MARCH 2, 2018
She opened her door and was greeted to nothing.
She walked up the stairs and on her way to her room she heard the sound of her mother. Her drunken mother. Typical her.
Reaching her room, she heard her mother's door open. The door creaked slowly and the girl felt her body numb at the single sound. Her footsteps were too loud dammit, and her mother heard her and was going to bite at her nerves.
"So you're actually home?"
She didn't answer.
"Are you a deaf child? I asked you something, Rose."
Still nothing. She felt like it would be obvious for her mother. Of course she's. . . home. It's not like she's about to enter her room or anything.
Her mother left. For once, she left her alone.
She was thankful.
She knew her mother cared. But her way of showing it was extraordinary.
She loves her mother, her mother loves her. She just hopes she gets better soon. She'll even help her if she wanted her too.
Then maybe her mother could help her in return.
She wasn't doing a good job by herself.
YOU ARE READING
HOW TO TOUCH A ROSE
Short StorySTEP ONE; approach with caution. STEP TWO; reach out slowly STEP THREE; Say its okay STEP FOUR; Pick rose up STEP FIVE; display rose and watch rose wither away ___ She was broken. Could she be broken anymore?
