Saving Ourselves

2. Drunken Empathy

Scotty Bevlin

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After an hour or two of uninterrupted time of me explaining what happened and why I did it to Evelyn my stepmother walks in, she eyes Evelyn in a rude matter until she turns her gaze towards me, she had tears in her eyes but also you could see the anger.
"I'm packing all your stuff from home. You're moving with your father."
She snapped and before I could get an explanation she walks out slamming the hospital door, the noise echoing throughout the whole place.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes trying to calm down and think about what happened, I feel a soft warm hand being placed on my arm, once I open my eyes I see Evelyn looking at me with her brows furrowed and a slight frown
"It's okay, just breath."
She gives a small reassuring smile, I smile small not showing the full product. She leaves her hand there for a minute before removing it putting it on her lap. I sigh deeply and look down
"Why did you come here. Truthfully..."
I asked still looking down. She looks and me and lets out a sad sigh before looking me in the eyes
"I've had my demons as well."
She hesitantly raises one of the sleeves of her crop top revealing scars like a lined abstract painting, they went all up her forearm stopping midway of her brachium as all I could see, I raise my brows in shock that someone seeming so perfect would do this. I then slid one of my legs off the uncomfortably stiff bed rolling up the pant leg revealing large deep and thick scars, there weren't many but it filled my thigh up.
"Guess we both had an aggressive ass cat."
She said quietly with a disappointed face. I nod and sigh before putting my leg back under the thin light blue blanket, a nurse walks in to check up on me, she looks at us, she raises a brow and smirks
"I'll come back a little later sweetie. Just watch for your wrists."
She waves her finger around and walks out closing the door, Evelyn and I look at each other, both of our cheeks had a tint of pink in them, we both let out a chuckle. Evelyn gets up and fixes her shirt.
"Erm I should go, I don't want to bother you any longer."
She begins to gather her things
"You're not bothering me at all."
I give a small smile and rub the back of his neck nervously
"You wouldn't mind if I st-"
Her phone rings loudly, she takes it out of her bag and brings it to her ear
"Hello?"
I look at her, I noticed when she becomes nervous she slightly burrows her brows and she lightly bits the bottom of her lip
"Ugh Again? I'll be right over."
She hangs up and looks at me
"I have to go. I'll call you?"
She said that quietly before giving me a small wave and a smile and walking out closing the door
"Bye.."
I said quietly after the door has closed.

Evelyn

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After I left his room I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, I stood there thubjubg about how he wanted me there, I shake my head.
"No he was being sympathetic."
I shoot myself down before walking down the hospitals hallway forgetting which way the exit is, I groan and after a few minutes I spot it, I nearly run out to my truck starting it and stepping on the gas, the engine revs loudly as I pullout of the parkinglot quickly driving home. After ten minutes of driving I arrive home, I park the truck and hop out walking up to the old and ragged apartment, i walk up the stairs, on each step were cigarette buds and the carpets were fraying, once I get to the top floor the first door was our suite, I open the door to see my mother on the floor blacked out, her shirt filled with dried vomit and the corner of her mouth has dried saliva. My nose crunches up in disgust, the smell of vomit and something burning, I step over her and quickly scatter to the kitchen finding the stove on with a pot of alfredo noodles that were nearly charred. I turn off the stove and move the pot to a different element, I sigh deeply before running my fingers through my long thick hair, I walk back over to my motionless mother, I slid my arms under her lifting her slightly struggling, i slowly walk over to her room plopping her on the bed, I slip off her shirt grabbing a new clean one slipping it on her, i then take her pants that smelt like strong vodka, I put shorts on her and walk out, I look at all the empty bottle on the ground and the mess, I then begin to start cleaning. My mother has been like this for a year now, it all started after my father died, a supposed murder.

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