All Gods Fall

Rock Bottom

It was about a year before she could come to terms with her mothers death.  Luthic would never cope properly to what happened. She knew what had happened was her father's fault and he couldn't do anything in the world to make it right. 

Her mind was whirl-winded with memories of her mother, good and bad, recent and older. Luthic tried to run from them as they began to swallow her whole. Her mothers voice morphing around her filling her mind with echoing "I Love You's" but with every memory her mother' face was blurred. She tried so hard to remember her face but soon gave into the nightmare. "Luthic." her mother's voice echoed slightly turning into a more manly voice with every repeated noise.  

"Luthic!" She sat up furiously in a cold sweat. Her head was numb and her damp cheeks reddened from crying in her sleep. "Luthic, are you alright honey?" Charles had his hand on her shoulder with a look of worry. He tried his hand at waking her up multiple times before she actually jolted out of sleep. 

"You were crying." Much to her happiness the voice she woke from stopped echoing and only her father was there now. Heaving an exaggerated sigh she slapped her hands to her face and cried even more. Luthic felt useless and vulnerable. How could she have not be fine by now? Why are these nightmares still haunting her dreams? Why in the fucking world is her father trying to comfort her? Her grief turned into anger as she slapped her fathers hand away. He didn't let his arm argue and placed it in his lap while staring at this child, who looks like her mother. Charles knew she disliked him but he couldn't help but want to hug her, and cry because she did look a lot like her mother. 

"Why the fuck do you care?" A rhetorical question. "I didn't get her killed, I'm just one of the victims of grief!" She said roughly and glared at her father. Their gaze met before he averted his eyes and took in a breath. After the cops came that day, he told them and Luthic everything. They even caught the culprit, but that couldn't bring Lisa back. Luthic knew she would never be able to say I love you, she wasn't even there for her when she could've gotten help. In Luthic's mind it was all her fault. If she "would've been a better kid" she thought, or "went with her mother that morning". She would've never died.

But all of that is the past and whether she was to leave it in the past or not was her decision, and she decided to hate her father. Out of all the things in the world she felt power over, was hatred, and you'd be in the wrong if she wouldn't use that to get what she wanted or needed. Her hazy sleep deprived eyes glared into his skull, if looks could kill. 

"I-" he tried to spill words at her, try to make her feel better but everything he thought of was silence. His eyes dropped from her face and he heaved a heavy breath. His hand fell from it's elevated state just after she snapped at him. He tried he really did but he knew that nothing would change.

The night creeped by as Luthic was left alone. A light heartbeat was left in her head from overthinking her and her fathers encounter after he had gone away. Her head slipped to the side and fell onto a family picture. Four people and yet she felt like the only sane one in the family. Her hand tapped on her chest as she stared at the picture slowly getting more irritated. A sister sibling she hated, a mother whom was dead, and a father who didn't care for anything. Or so her opinion pressed.

Her mind started to fill the silenced room with vulgar thoughts until she slammed the picture face down and forcibly looked up at the ceiling. She glared and glared hoping to find answers to all her life questions that came flooding to her but not one came. Her gaze began to alter from staring at the same spot for too long, tunnel vision starting to appear. Luthic solemnly picked up the framed picture and placed it back upright where it belonged. 

Although she was mad at the world she couldn't take her family for granted. There was so much too loose and deep down she knew she loved them all. Anger was just a way to mask her grief so she didn't look so venerable. Even though she knew these charades wouldn't last long, she'd have to admit it someday. That she was just a human being and not even Luthic could find a logical reason why she couldn't come to terms with that.

She wondered why it was so hard to show how you truly feel. It would take no detective work for anyone to see she was broken down to her lowest point, or so she thought.

The next day was a hassle. When she got up she knew her father would be gone. All she would do is apply to more jobs and mope around the house in her pajamas. Being home alone now felt weird. Every time she wanted to talk to her mother Luthic would take a couple seconds to realize that she wasn't there.

It was a weird feeling, it wasn't the big impact anymore that she was gone from your entire life. That feeling had long faded away. This new feeling was melancholy, she had accepted the fact and now it was just another missing piece in her life puzzle. The acceptance is probably what she thought was weird, but she couldn't help it. Not that what was done was done and her lows in life are gone nothing worse  could happen.

Luthic sat down and flipped through some channels on the T.V. Her hand impulsively clicking away when she heard her phone vibrate from under her. Instead of picking it up she ignored it knowing it might be her father. A couple more rings happened before her furious irritation and curiosity got the better of her. 

In a flood of an instant she felt bad. The caller id was an unknown number, although it was from her region. She answered with a frantic hello and multiple expressions of her apologies before she was cut off. She had already hit rock bottom but now with the news she was being fed. It wasn't only rick bottom anymore. It was hell.

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