1 girl 2 minds

Mother mother

SLAM, as I hear the door shut loudely I am sudently woken up from my deep sleep on a Saturday morning. That must be my mom coming home from her late night, with her stupid deadbeat boyfriend, I'm guessing.

I get up light up a cigarette and open my bedroom door, to let the smoke out. I wonder what it feels like to have a family, one that cares for you. I wonder what it's like, to wake up on a morning to the smell of eggs and Bacon waiting for you downstairs, for a family breakfast.

Those dreams and hopes are dead to me now, just another fantasy that will never come true. "Kate Kate", I hear my mother yelling from downstairs I run to see what's wrong, "what is it" I say with panic and fear in my eyes. "Kate honey we won't be able to pay the bills for long unless you get a job", stunned by the bomb my mother has dropped on me I yell at her with anger in my voice, "well why don't you or one of the thousands of men coming in and out of this house get a job, we have lost everything in this family and now I have to loose my youth so you can pay off your daily drug dealer".

she looks at me with surprise and shock, "Kate willow don't you dare talk to me like that or ill.." I cut in before she has a chance to finish het threat, "or you'll what mom, kick me out of this house because this isn't a home anymore this is just some pathetic crack house".

My mothers eyes have a second of tearing up, before she goes cold and heartless. "fine you don't like it here then get the Hell out of my house", without thinking of what I was doing I looked at her and yelled, "gladly, I was thinking of leaving anyways".

I run upstairs and pack my bags, sad and frustrated at the same time. I grab everything ill think I need, hygienic things, clothes, shoes, canned food. I knew exactly what to pack as I often daydream of this moment, and as happy as I am to leave I am also terrified.

I make my way to the front door, I turn around to look at my mom for one last time. I can see her eyes trying not to cry, mine are doing the same thing. I know I must move forward in my life, I look at my mother for a while and the mess she's become. "Goodbye mom", those words are the only ones that utter out of my mouth, they may also be the last because I don't think ill be seeing her again....