Black Poison

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This yet ANOTHER try at another story - I hope I get further than four chapters on this one :')

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Chapter one

Black Poison

I watched my mother as she watched the phone – It lay on the table, face up, reflecting her pale face. The stupid ringtone and made her jump, even though she was expecting it all along. She answered it, slowly, slowly as if she was scared it might bite her, she raised it to her ear. I hear a mumble on the other side of the phone, it was just a buzz to me but my mother's world collapsed. Her thick curls fell across her face but I could still see her eyes as the tears begin falling. They were huge and glassy, the tears seemed to rise up before dripping down her cheeks in a waterfall, her face was drenched in seconds. They streamed down her nose, her neck; the sobs shook her as if she was coughing up some terrible monster. She raised her fist into her mouth and whimpered, her body slowly sinking onto the floor. She dropped the phone. The glass screen shattered on the tiled floor as it slipped almost in slow motion from her hand. She curled up hugging herself as if she was trying to hold in her heart. I stand there watching, my tears of shock and fright poring down my cheeks. Kneeling next to her I stroke her hair with my small hands, she didn’t notice. I lay there with her, cradling her, my small arms barely able to wrap themselves around her as she screamed. I wasn’t there anymore; she was alone with her grief.

 I had gone, I ceased to have existed. Whatever had been said on the phone was bad, it was terrible and awful. It was everything we were hoping not to have happened. My father was dead.

Grief and shock and god knows what else gripped us, it punched its fist into our chests and pulled it out. My mothers eyes were taken as well, she was, blinded by her grief. It smothered her in a thick blanket her memory of me was pushed away and all she saw and heard was the phone. I was a shadow, a part of the scenery. I wasn’t her daughter, not the child she had created with the man she loved, I was a thing. I was invisible to her.

That’s when my mother’s world disappeared, what a tiny moment; everything but her grief was lost, and I was lost along with the rest of it. She built a new world, on the foundations of the memories of my father. He was alive and still woke up in the morning; they still shared kisses and endless conversations long into the night. But I was never in those conversations; she hadn’t reached that point in the story. I was seven. Those were the darkest days of my life. I had lost my father and mother alongside him in a matter of seconds. I always used to blame myself for not being able to save my mother, but as I grew older I grew to realize that a seven year old drowned in grief could not possibly have put back together her destroyed mother.