Endangered {H.S}

One

They say that life is full of moments, good and bad. They say that the best moments are worth all of the bad ones. I think the opposite, actually. Life is full of sorrow. Nothing good has ever happened, nothing that proved my theory to be wrong. All of my life, I've had nothing but hate and sadness all around me.

It's the same, the routine. Everyday I wake up, my mother is always passed out on the floor from her drunkenness. My father is nowhere to be found, but that's mostly because he is busy running around the world trying to make himself known, as if he wasn't already. He's known alright, known as the serial killer rapist that was kicked out of Charnel. He managed to get himself kicked out of a goddamn gang. How the hell does one do that? He has left my mother, Louis and I here to take care of ourselves. Louis doesn't have trouble though, and I guess I'm pretty well off, compared to most other people in Sheboygan. Louis sends money every two weeks, and it's a pretty good amount. Enough to keep myself feed, buy nice clothes and to keep myself out of having to get a real job.

This morning felt strangely different, though. My mother wasn't passed out on the floor, she was cooking pancakes in the kitchen. I walked in, putting the back of my hand to her forehead softly.

"What are you doing?" She asks, setting the pancake spatula down on the counter, turning to face me.

"Checking your temperature, are you feeling okay?" I remove my hand from her head, not feeling any abnormal heat radiating from it.

"I feel quite alright, my love. Thank you." She kisses the top of my head, pulling me in for a hug. She wraps her petite arms around my shoulders as I stand there, my hands still at my sides and my jaw dropped. Who is this woman and where is my drunk ass mother?

"I- What?" I'm still confused as she squeezes me subtly and leans to whisper to my ear.

"Your father is dead."