This Isn't Wonderland

Chapter Four

"Wow...this isn't something normal to see for a normal daughter but considering how slutty you are, I'm not at all shocked." I mumbled under my breath as I passed my mom and went to the fridge to grab myself a bottle of water. Barbara was too stoned and lazy to yell at me from where she sat at the counter, her makeup smeared and bags held darkly underneath her eyes.

I had decided to go home really quickly for some money only to find my mother having just been with someone, probably a coworker. This has happened one too many times, and I was truly tired of it.

Once I had my waterbottle and had taken a sip of it, I turned to Barbara who was slowly dozing off on her hand at the counter top. I narrowed my eyes at her and shook my head. I wanted to know why she did this. I thought she loved my dad but apparently not. He doesn't deserve this.

"I'm going to Jaclyn's apartment soon. You better clean yourself up." I said, walking past her and into the living room. "You'll learn your lesson someday, Cary." Was all I heard her say from behind me. I stopped in my tracks and barely turned my head to look at her out of the corner of my eye. "Can't wait."

I finally made it to my room and shut the door behind me, shaking off what I had just been apart of. I never came home straight after school so this was something new for me, I hated it. She must always bring guys over to sleep with them at this time of day.

 I placed my bookbag on my desk chair and then took off my jacket to place it on my bed, stretching my arms with a slight yawn. I hadn't gone to bed until at least 3 this morning because I couldn't sleep, I didn't take my pills which is the reason why. And I didn't take them because I forgot. Barbara forgot, but I still wouldn't take them either way. Those things are horrific.

My closet was filled with dozens of shirts that I have never and will never wear. They were handy downs from my sister, but the only stuff she wears is Holister and clothes with logos on them. So there they hung, collecting dust until my family decided to give it away or something. I even told my mom that I wouldn't wear them but she refused to throw them away considering she doesn't want to waste money on me so she minus well give me clothes I won't wear so I'll be stuck with the same five shirts I always wear.

I stripped down of my clothing and put on a new pair of shorts and my Def Leppard t-shirt. My pair of boots came next along with a new wrap around my wrist, I had bought a new role yesterday after school. I never paid much attention to my hair, always leaving it the way it was which was wavy, never exactly straight but it wasn't curly either. I pinned my bangs back and then picked up my purse, slinging it on my shoudler before I walked out of my room and towards the kitchen where my mother had thankfully fallen asleep on the counter.

Her wallet was in her purse which was located on the stool next to her. I snatched it and took out a couple of twenty dollar bills before putting it back. I mumbled a quick "Thank you," to her before stalking off and out of the apartment.

In the elevator, an old man stood next to me with his whole body shaking furiously as he held onto his cane. I tried not to stare at him but it was hard, I was one of those people who liked to look. He looked sad and was starting to make me sad, so I finally looked away at the doors that soon opened.

Barely anything made me sad but old people were one of those few exceptions. They always seemed so depressed, I almost had a connection to them because so was I.

Seattle was a rather large place but I never got lost in it. I guess the more you walked around in it, the more you got used to it. And I always did a lot of walking.

I took small sips of my water bottle, cringing every time the liquid rolled down my scratchy throat. The moment I made it to Jaclyn's apartment, I ran into her mother who was just walking out of the building with Jaclyn's little sister in her hands, screaming loudly with tears streaming down her little red face.