"Mom I'm home!"
A sixteen year old girl walks into her two-story house. She lived there with her mother and.. grandmother. Her grandfather had passed away some years ago. But her grandmother's death had been quite recent. They were still dealing with the pain.
The girl paused to look at a picture of all of them together, smiling. Her mother, grandmother, grandfather, and herself. She straightened the frame on the wall. And walked upstairs to her mother's bedroom.
"Mom?"
The girl knocks on the door. Her mother had locked herself in the closet upon finding her dead in her sleep.
"Mom? You should really come out of there... it's been a whole week... you need to eat... and get some rest.."
Sobs were the only response from the other side. They were muffled by both the closet and the bedroom door.
"Mom.. I know it's hard without grandma here anymore.. but this isn't the way to go about it.. your making your self sick."
The girl jiggled the handle, finding it locked.
"Mom.. I'm sad too. I loved Grandma just as much as you did, but she would be unhappy to see you like this. Just like I am!"
The girl slid down the door, finding herself unable to open it, and resolved to trying to convince her mother to come out using words.
"Mom.. mom I love you! Please don't do this...."
She began to panic when no response was heard, and started to cry tears of love and worry. Emotion bubbling and spilling over her eyelids in bitter water and salt.
"Mom!!"
She twisted the handle to the bedroom door with shaky hands, her head resting against the door as she let herself cry for her mother and her lost grandmother.
"Mom.....mom........mo....m........."
Suddenly the door burst open and the girl fell into the room, seeing as all her weight was being placed against that door.
The mother stood, almost dramatically, in the door way. One hand on the doorknob, tears spilling down her face. Her shirt was soaked with her own tears.
She, upon seeing her own grieving daughter now fallen against her feet, immediately rushed to comfort her and check for any possible places of injury.
The daughter only smiled and hugged her mother.
"Come on. I'll go make us dinner."
The mother nodded with a wan smile and took her daughter's outstretched arm for support. She hadn't slept or eaten for at least a week.
The two females, crying arm in arm, made their way down the upstairs hallway.
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Tears and Prayers (yandere boy x reader)
Teen FictionYou are at church You're not necessarily a "church girl" per say.. but you go to Mass once a week like a good Christian and do your best to pay attention, even if it's so boring and long Today is different Your grandmother had just died You were cl...
