Today was not good. I woke up having a headache that seemed to have its own heartbeat. It ruined my appetite so I couldn't eat what mother made. I literally had a premonition that today was going to be a bad day last night. I just looked in the mirror and felt this strange aura... it was pretty weird. I felt like I couldn't breath in this god forsaken house, I can't take anymore of this religious nonsense my mother pushed. She was a single mother since our father died and now it's just me and her. She did her best to take care of me but I rarely ever saw her since she had 3 jobs. I would only see her in the mornings when she made breakfast or on Sunday when we went to church. She took up church after dad died. It helped her cope with his death, well that and a bottle of whiskey... "Mother! I'm going for a walk! I'll be gone for a bit!" I called out as I was walking out of the house. "Ok dear! Please be safe! Keep your pager on you!"
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Under The Surface
General FictionMallory is a 15 year old boy who is having a hard time with his life... He goes out for a walk to clear his mind and get out of the house for a while and finds a beautiful pond. He will find himself in this short story. Read what happens to him and...
