I wipe my eyes before walking into my house. Hiding what just happened, trying to forget it. But it doesn't matter; mom is passed out on the couch again tonight. There's isn't any questions asked about my night. I clean up the beer bottles quietly. And I sit down across from my mom. I watch her; look at her. She's starting to get wrinkles around her eyes. Her face is pale. Her hair is a tangled mess. She's all bone; no fat on her. What happened to her? What happened between us? I feel a tear emerging from my eye. I wipe it quickly and stand up. I need to fix this. So no more cutting. No more hiding. No more fighting my feelings. I need to fix this. I need to finally start living. It's time to take control of my life. I kiss my mother on the cheek and I run out the door. I run towards the blaring music. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I run to him.
