Memory Factory

Chapter 1: Mistake

It's 12:00 am again. I almost find it impressive how I can still function when I usually get about 2 hours of sleep. I think multiple things are responsible for my lack of sleep. One thing being my parents screaming at each other every night. I sometimes think they might fight on purpose, like they find some weird joy when yelling and abusing each other. Or maybe they find a joy in seeing me in constant distress. I honestly wouldn't be that surprised, in fact, it might make me a little happier knowing that at least 2 people are having a good time being sociopaths. Sometimes I wish I was a sociopath, then I could be happier in my situation, because I wouldn't have emotions, and no emotions meant no sadness or anger or jealousy. Of course, there would be no love or happiness either, but I rarely feel those anyway, so that wouldn't be that much of a problem. Man, this is a depressing line of thought, this is another reason I get no sleep. My constant depressing thoughts.

Suddenly I hear loud clumsy footsteps, coming toward my room. I quickly pull up the covers, and close my eyes, and act like I've been asleep. The creaky old door busts open, with a with odd, almost scream like sound. I squint to see a tall silhouetted shadow, standing in the doorway. I instantly recognize my mom as the skinny, slouching figure. Even though I can barley see her, I can already tell shes had to much to drink, and is exhausted from shouting at my dad. 

She walks closer and closer. I hear the ground moan when being stepped on, as if every motion or movement causes a part of the house to feel pain. My heartbeat gets faster with every step. Suddenly, shes so close, I can smell her bitter breath. 

finally she whispers, a rough, cynical whisper, "You were a mistake, and we cant erase you."

She leaves, stumbling on each step, and slamming the already, almost broken door. 

And I cry. I cry and cry, like the mistake I am.