Death Omnibus: Book 1~ Suicide Silence

Angel Of Mine

This is for drDevil who's amazing poem inspired the creation of this scene. Silently Waiting was more than awesome, it really hit home with me and gave me an incredibly strong need to write. cheers to you for being a wonderful writer Dr.D!

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I sit on the bench and cry. Each tear crashing on my led as my head bobs with the heavy sobs quaking from my chest. My mid reels as I try to gather myself. My vision blurs as more thoughts flood into my mind. Its clear they don’t want me. They NEVER did. I shouldn’t be here.

The memory of out fight stabs at me. I was standing in the kitchen doorway, my step mother stood at the stove as my father chopped vegetables for the stew they were making. “Where have you been?” my father asks in a tight voice as he chops.

“In school. Where else?” I ask.

“Don’t lie Zoeanna. The school called. You haven’t been to a single class in two weeks. Where have you been?” he asks again, his patience for my lies gone.

“Honestly?” I ask and when he nods I say “I’ve been with mom.”

“You have not been with me Zoeanna. Do not lie.” my step mom says.

“Not you Michelle. I’ve been with my real mom. You know. The one that actually gave birth to me. Not her sorry excuse of a replacement!”

“Zoeanna. You will not talk to your mother that way!”

“She’s not my mother! Stop calling her that!”

“So the woman that has raised you for the last year, now means nothing?”

“One year means nothing to the 17 that mom raised me. ‘Sides, she has done nothing but scold me, and compare me to her precious Lea!”

“At least my Lea has been in school. You’re going to grow up stupid.” Michelle says and I immediately turn on her.

“the only reason ‘your Lea’ is going to school now is cause she’s screwing half her teachers and half the football team!”

“How dare you talk about my daughter like that! Lea is an Angel! She a virgin unlike you. You’re a slut!”

I look to my father for support. He does nothing. “You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” I scream, not able to fathom that my own father would let his Barbie doll wife speak to me in such a manner.

“Zoeanna… you-”

“I cant fucking believe this. I cant call her a sorry excuse of a replacement but she can call me a slut. What the fuck is that? What kind of father are you? How can you let her talk to me like that?”

“Zoeanna you don’t deserve to bespoken to in any other way. You are a burden to us all and you’re lucky we’re keeping you in this house yet alone this family!” Michelle says. But I’ve heard enough. I storm away not caring for this fight.

“Zoeanna where are you going?” my father calls after me.

“I’m done with this shit. If you don’t fucking want me here, I don’t fucking have to be here!” I run up the spiraling staircase and down the hall to my black room that matches nothing else in the house. I lock my door as I gather the contents of my closet and drawers, and shove them into a large black duffle bag.

I don’t need to stay here. I can just leave and go stay with mom. Maybe I’ll even get a job with her and help her with things around the house.

I think as I look over the room. I wonder what they’ll change it too and then think, they aren’t just going to erase me from their lives…its going to cost them.

I pull the Swiss army knife out of my spear drawer and began to shred the pillows, sheets and mattress. As I watched the feathers fall over the torn up bed and floor then thought it wasn’t enough. I pulled all the drawers out from the dresser and smashed them against the wall. They broke apart and left huge holes in the walls. I ripped the mirror from the dresser as well letting it fall on the floor and shatter. I pulled the lamps off the wall sending them flying through the window. I pulled the large flat screen TV. from the wall and let it tumble onto the floor; all of its mechanical contents spills over the glass.

I can hear my dad and Michelle screaming at me telling me to stop whatever it is I am doing but my deed is done. I grab my duffle bag and open the door for them to see. “Never mess with an insane teenager Michelle. It only turns out bad for you. Tell Lea not to get pregers till she’s graduated!” I say as I walk down the stairs and out to my car. As I descend the steps I hear Michelle yelling ad my father screaming about how terrible I am and how much she hates me. I cant help but let the small smile of satisfaction cross my lips and I get into my black vanquish and speed to my mothers house.

I unlock the door to my mothers house and see her sleeping on the couch. I take one step toward her and then stop.

Something’s wrong.

I watch her carefully and see she’s not breathing. I run to her then; tears already streaming from my eyes. When I reach her I check her pulse, she has none. Loud uncontrollable sobs pour from me as a river of tears crash from my eyes. I hold her head in my arms and tears splashing down onto her face. I wipe them off not wanting to taint her semi-angelic face. My mother was never perfect but she was god to me. Nothing could surpass her.

I lay her head back onto the couch and pull out my phone. I call 911 and tell them that she’s dead. Then I tell them the address so they can find her. When I hang up the phone I leave. No longer able to bear the feeling of her death so close.

I throw myself into my car and drive. I’m not sure where it is I’m going but when I when I stop I realize I’m at the train station. I don’t want to leave this place thou. So I sit on the bench near one of the platforms. Which is where I am now.

I blub to my hands until I hear someone call my name. Not just someone, my mother, my real mother. She’s sitting on the tracks for the train her bronze skin glowing in the glow of civil twilight. She ebony hair gently flowing in the wind, her jade green eyes twinkling as the light bounced of them. A light smile played on her face. The kind a child had when she’s seen something she likes.

“Zoeanna. Why are you crying my love?” she asks her voice light and magical.

“Mom. Mom I miss you. Why did you leave me mom?”

“I’m sorry baby. I had to go. But you can join me. You can be with me forever. Come here.” Nothing goes through my head but the thought of being in my mothers arms again. She stand up just as I do, my mother who’s the spitting image of me. I walk to her and she opens her arms to me. I step into them and hug her as tightly as I can. She kissed the top of my head smoothing over my hair and lulling my sobs.

“Don’t leave me mom.” I say just as I hear the train whistle sound. I look away from my beautiful mother and into the bright light of the train. I wait as It comes closer and closer, just before it hits I look to my mother. She looks more beautiful then normal. The train whistles again and I smile knowing this is what I want. The train hits and i feel nothing at first, then entoxicating pain and-

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