Alone

Chapter Three

Zac's POV

           OH HELL NAWH. That girl purposely put pickles on my burger knowing that i hate them? Argh she was lucky i was not moody, if not...

            After Macdonald, Ella and I separated ways to go to history class. As always history is boring but the only reason I enjoyed history is the teacher, Mr Alex. He is really understanding and nice. He is the only teacher who would sit down and talk to me about my problem. What problem you might think? Well a lot. People see me as a person who dont care about what others say, but its not true. I have never showed my feelings before as Im sacred that people who judge me. Being sad will make people think that Im weak. These stuff is what I would always ask Mr Alex. I dont dare to discuss with him personel matters such as sexuality. I know as it will be a bit too much. After history ends, I quickly walk back in the direction of home as I do not have anymore classes. Ella would be busy doing project. I sighed, sometimes I wonder if she have time for me or not.

              I reached home and the rose scent hit me like a crashing tsunami. It must be mom, I rolled my eyes. She and her perfumes and make-up. She would always have the money to buy those luxeries but never have the money to buy for me books or food. But ofcourse she would buy it for her 'lovely daughter'. I strutted in to the house and put my bag on the table. Suddenly I heard a crying sound. I raised my eyebrows. Normally at this time of the day, Dad and Sis would be out while Mom will always be in as she is not working. But Mom would be watching television or doing excercise. I crept silently towards the direction of the sound. As i got nearer the crying got creepier causing the hair at the back of my neck to rise. The stillness of the air makes my ear hurt as the buzzing sound is really annoying. I slowly pushed the door to my mom room open. The door creaked loudly making me cringe. There at the floor lay my mother. She was sobbing while putting her hands at her face.

              I stared at her dumbfounded. I have never seen her cry since the time her phone got dropped in the pool. I walked slowly towards her taking cautious steps, afraid that I might frightened her and make her angry. I bent down and touched her shoulder. I shook her ever so lightly.

           "Mom?... What happened?..." I questioned with both curiosity and sympathy. She looked up , putting her hands down. Her eyes were red and her make up was ruined. Her wair was a mess, her lips were dry amd her face is drenched with tears. I gave her a questioning look. She sad face change to angry abruptly. She stared at me furiously. Then she mouthed something. I raised my eyebrows not knowimg what she said. Then she said it loudly and heartbreakingly.

               " Your grandmother is on the verge of death"