Empty Bottles,...

Another Empty Bottle

There once was a family of three that moved into a new house. A mother, a father, and a teenage daughter. The daughter was always kissed good night since the day she was born. But The mother was a bit naive taking care of her daughter. Usually because the father is homeschooling her most of the day time. The mom comes back from work a bit after the daughter finishes the school day. The girl is in highschool, and is very lonely because she doesn't really have any friends. They lived happily in their new home for quite a while. About two years pass. The daughter now participates in a public high school and now has her own job. She becomes more stressed out because of her daily schedule. She wakes up, gets ready, then she's off to school. Most of the kids treat her as if she were a garbage bag floating in the wind. The daughter was stared at. Mainly because she's a new student. Shes also being stared at for her good looks. The daughter cant seem to make new friends because every time she asked, she would be laughed at like it was a joke. She had trouble keeping up with her work in classes and was sometimes being harassed by other students. She comes home after a long first day to find her father with a bag, full of the family Jewellery. He quickly tries to make an excuse of what he was doing but he just stood as still as a statue. The Daughter quickly calls the mother only to find out she's already pulling in the driveway. She walks in and the daughter asks what's going on. The mother and father vaguely explain their sides of the story. It now starts an argument between the mom and dad. The daughter tells them to stop, but is then yelled at by both parents to stay out of their conversation. The daughter runs to her room as she throws her bookbag on the ground. Both parents now blame each other for the daughter running to her room. She locks her bedroom door and begins thinking about why this all happened on her bad day. The Daughter tried to block out the angry voices. The voices that soothed her to sleep. That gave her comfort in her bad memories and nightmares. Through the losses, and overall depressing times. She now lies in her bed with tear stains on her pillow case, and a blanket over her shoulder. She felt as if her room were to cave in. She felt pain to the core of her stomach. The Daughter asked herself what she could do to make the sharp pains with the ominous voices go away. She begins remembering all the good times they had together as a family. Her birthday at her favorite restaurant. They watched movies in the living room, going to the zoo. Comparing them to the pain she now felt almost makes her sick. As if those once fun-time memories died. She hears a bottle crash on the kitchen floor. The daughter quickly gets out of her bed and rushes down the steps. She trips and falls right befor the kitchen to see her mother, motionless. Aside her were two broken empty bottles of alcohol, with a small puddle of blood. The daughter instantly gets flashbacks to what she saw earlier. Her mother crying in her empty bed while her father in the kitchen with his hand on his forehead. She finds out the earth she lives on can be so cruel. She realised she was being used to hurt other people. The Daughter still doesn't know how. She is a now a broken tool. An emotional mess. She was being thrown at love itself, to fix the crying pain she was in, but it didn't work out. The Daughter begins thinking to herself that she’ll never get past her broken dreams of a happy life. She ran out of tears to cry, as she sits next to the phone, calling the emergency hotline. She then hears another bottle break. This time it was louder. As She gets up, a broken piece of glass strikes the heel of her right foot. She yelps like a frightened child would, looking for the mother in public. The Daughter throws the piece of glass at the basement door. Not even a few seconds later, another bottle hits the basement floor. The daughter, scared to death, creeps down the stairs to find her drunk father impaled in the neck with a large kitchen knife. She slowly walks over the broken, wet, pieces of glass to a large sticky note with a drop of blood on the bottom right corner. It reads “i love you sweetheart.” She rips the note to shreds and throws them at the floor. The Daughter runs back to the kitchen to find a sharpie and a ripped sheet of paper. She thinks to herself weather it would feel better in the sky. Would she feel more alive? She wanted to be happy with her once loving mother and father again. The Daughter cries her last tear as she breaths the last breath. The paramedics enter the home, to find the daughter unconscious. The paper on her chest was read by the medics, as The Daughter fades away in her dreams. One week later, begins the family’s funeral. The bodies neatly placed in their caskets. “Here lies,...” began the priest. Tears filled the Audience as the priest went on with the speech of the dead, tear-filled, Daughter, then Mother and Father. The Daughters niece, Dreaded of the scar it will leave, helps carry the daughter's casket. The people of the family paid their respects to the and tear-dried family. The cousin of the daughter who is now an army veteran, salutes the three Caskets as they walk by, but no tears were shed by him. Only sadness. One by one the caskets were lowered six-feet under burial grounds. As It begins to storm, the crowd of friends and family walk away in black except the paramedic who carried her dead corpse out of the silent house. She lays her note on her Tombstone, and whispers “You will forever be missed. May your soul Rest in Peace”. The note reads,... “Another Empty Bottle Takes a Life”.