Beer bottles were thrown up against the walls. Glass shards were in various places of room. The whole space reeked of beer. And in the center of it all was my knocked out mother, snoring obnoxiously on the couch. She had multiple beer stains on her shirt, the same shirt that I used to secretly try on every day in third grade. Our cheap tv was on, the audio loudly blasting through the speakers. Our neighbors must hate us. That reminded me of the girl with brunette hair who had stuck her tongue out at me, and I hoped that in a month she wouldn't hate me after living on my block. I walked through the wrecked room, up the creaky old stairs, and into my bedroom, where I flopped down onto my dying bed. The plump house mouse that I had befriended two years ago when the house had started falling apart scuttled next to me. I stroked her back.
"Hello, Sunny," I whispered, happy that I wasn't entirely alone. She let me pet her as she cleaned her whiskers. I tiredly looked at my alarm clock and looked away, ignoring its flashing lights. I pet Sunny as the sun slowly rises and feed her multiple sunflower seeds. She has a large pile of them in the home I made for her on my shelf, high above my bed: a small cave made of my pillow that is warmed when the sun rises. I place her back inside her home, open the window, and climb out. It's seven in the evening now, and I stretch my arms and sigh, happily relishing the cold breeze that flew through the night. I trudge through the sand, making my way to the sea, going to my favorite secluded spot in the fallen pile of rocks. I'd seriously considered moving there after my mom had one of her awful fits, but realized it would be unpractical because one, the ocean flows into the cave every day, and two, I would be easily found.
I sit in the cave formed by the washed ashore rocks, breathing in the overwhelming smell of the sea and closing my eyes, wishing I could give Sunny a better life. I rummage through my pocket and pull out my cigarette and trusty tan lighter. I shove the cigarette into my mouth and light it, breathing in deeply. I know it's bad for me, and will likely end up killing me. I don't care because I have nothing worth living for. I lean my head back against the rock and exhale a cloud of smoke.
Chapter written by FatalityClaw
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Burried in the Sand
RomanceOn a quiet street in Crystal Bay by the shore line, a moving van slowly makes its way down the road, searching for its destination while a navy subaru tagged behind. A girl with dark long hair walking down the sidewalk spotted the moving van, watchi...
