My Last Day

Mary LeeAnn

Drugs. Alcohol. Parties. Cutting.

Anything to take the pain away of my falling apart home life.

I drank a lot this night. There was no denying that. I was throwing up on the walk home. My words were slurred and unclear. The heels were hard enough to walk in, not even including the dizzy vision to help.

I still had a bottle of pineapple Cîroc, chugging as I went down the street. I forgot all about what I was coming home to. Until I was close enough to hear my father yelling and breaking things. I just walked past and continued to chug. I felt numb, nothing else that I wanted.

I continue to stagger into the dark, cold, 3 AM streets of the suburban roads in Virginia. My mind was rushing when I saw headlights and blue and red lights come on. I hid quickly and jumped out quick enough to be hit by the cop car. My smile instantly increased. The cop got out and I realized, it was my mom.

That was the last thing that I saw before my eyes closed permanently, forever.