Fire And Ice

##13

I woke up with a start and looked around. The side table next to me had fell over when I kicked at it in my sleep. Klutz. I shook my head and hopped up. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing an apple. I walked into the living room, stopping at the thermostat to cool the room down a bit more (like it was possible). It was already at 60 but it felt too warm to me.

I went into the living room and jumped on the couch. I layed there for a sec before deciding to turn on the tv and watch a movie. I flipped on my Wii and went to Netflix. I started scrolling through the anime section and decided to just watch some Black Butler. Even though I've seen it like a million times, I still love it. 

I was half way through episode 3 when Tanaka showed his real self. I think its funny to see this side of him. He's always so chill. I started to laugh at Grell when I heard my mom finally get home. She closed the front door with a bang and walked into the kitchen. I looked over at her from the couch. She looked tired and angry at the same time, if it was possible. She opened a cabinet and kicked it shut. Slamming down cups and throwing towels. It looked like a very violent way to do the dishes. I guessed she might be upset.

After she finished, she sighed and looked over at me. Her fierce hazel eyes bore into mine. 

"Why are you home? Don't you have school?" she growled at me. I just stared at her. She was in one of her moods again. She usually is all motherly love and stuff but every once in a while she gets angry at the world or something, and just snaps at anything or anyone who gets close. 

And in this case, It's me. 

"No. School ended like an hour ago. How was your day?" I asked her. She laughed darkly and picked up a plate staring at it.

"How was my day? Oh it was just.... PEACHY!" she said and throw the plate into the sink, smashing it into the lots of a pieces. 

I jumped up and walked over to her. She was glaring at it, like she had not meant to do it. I grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away from it. But she resisted and pushed me away. "NO" she screamed. "I got it  I got it. Go sit down. Don't get hurt." She looked down at the broken pieces and started grabbing them. She kept saying "I got it" over and over again. Blood was staining the broken pieces, mixing with the soapy dish water. I gasped and grabbed her arms, pulling her away from the sink. She resisted a bit but I eventually made her face me. 

"Mom? Are you okay?" I looked down at her hands. They were bloody and cut on some places where she touched the plate pieces.

"Oh man." I looked back up at her. I jumped. Her eyes were unfocused but looked tortured. She was crying too. It hurt to look at her like this. I shook her, calling her name over and over. 

"MOM. MOM. Answer me. MOM!?" I shouted in her face. Eventually her eyes focused on me and she started to look like her own self. She grabbed my arms. "Stop shaking me already." she said moving my arms. 

"Are you okay now?" I asked. "Yeah I'm fine." she said moving away from me. "Just.... tired" She walked up the stairs and i heard her bedroom door shut close.