babydolls (h.s)

one

[ Okay guys. So this is the start, and in order for the story to make sense it's got to explain some things about Maci and her life. It might sound boring but pay attention to the details, it will help you later. Things will pick up real soon. ]

MACI

Dark. Today was just the kind of day that you wake up and think 'Can I go back to bed yet?'. The usual bright and warm day was replaced by a foggy, gray, dim day. It was colder than usual, even from up here. Here I sit in my bay window, looking at the rain fall down the glass. My body is wrapped in a huge blue soft blanket, my feet in fuzzy socks. I watch as the cars go by, only one or two every five minutes. Where we lived was perfect, not too in town but not far away from a hospital if needed. Honestly, this house was the best deal in Cloverdale. The house might be a little old, but it was a roof over our heads.

"Maci, are you up? Start getting ready, you need to leave in about an hour." I hear my mom yell. I sigh, dreading today. After you graduate, your life can be fun and games, partying and getting wasted at frat parties, waking up in a stranger's yard. But mine? Slaving away at my job for the past five months. Since college wasn't an option right now financially, getting a small job until it was of course was necessary.

I'm not the type to go out and drink anymore. I used to be the biggest party animal on the block. I was known, if there was a party, you could expect Maci Reynolds to be there. Everyone just knew that I was the life of the party, I was the one that would shotgun so many drinks that I wouldn't remember that night.

Just not anymore.

"Maci? Did you hear me? Get up." My mom yells up the stairs again.

I sigh, ignoring her. Little does she know I've been up all night, I haven't got a wink of sleep. It's like this most nights, ever since last year I have stayed up, crying and going through old pictures. My whole life had been different. Everything has changed so dramatically in a year. My parents have tried almost everything to get me help, but all of their work and all of their efforts, nothing will change how I feel. Nothing will ever change what I did, nothing will ever take me back to that night.

"Maci?"

I look over and see my mom standing at the doorway with a frown on her face. "Did you not sleep again?"

I sigh. "Yeah, Mom. I just woke up about five minutes ago, I just came to sit over here and look outside."

My mother frowns even more as she walks over to my bed across the room. She pulls back the covers and feels the sheets.

"They're still cold. You never got in this bed last night, did you?"

I shake my head, looking back out the window. "I'm sorry."

She walks back over to me and puts her hand on my back. "You're going to have to start thinking about other things. You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened, Mace."

I swing around to face her quickly. "Don't call me that."

She raises her eyebrows. "Oh, I was just calling you what she used to-"

"I know what she used to call me, Mom. I don't want to hear anyone else saying it." I say, tearing up.

She nods and sits down with me. "I'm sorry."

I feel a tear fall down my cheek. Soon before I know it, I had many of them coming down, soaking my blanket. I feel my mother hug me as I embrace her back. She sniffles, indicating she's crying as well.

"Your sister loved you."

I flinch. My mind still replays that night over and over again, the fights we had, the things we said. I was just so mad, who knew the last words I would ever say to her was 'I hate you'.