With a massive headache I am going to collect my mom's ashes... one for my uncle Greg, none for mike who stole money from my grandpa, none for drug addict aunt Katey, one for my dad... who's taking her death hard... one for my sister... and the last largest one for me!
"The earns will be shipped to everyone's separate houses" the woman smiles sympathetically "Your free to go home"
"Okay" I nod, standing up, then my dad drives us back to his house
As soon as we get there, both him and I start drinking... again. Which is how the next two more days go, until I realize a little bridge back at home is calling my name.
He drops me off at the airport, where dreadfully I fly back. My eyes are swollen for the constant crying I have been doing. While I am still devastated, my eyes can no longer produce tears.
I go straight home, taking an Uber, once I land. A million questions arise when I get back home. I ignore every last person though, and just get out the Booz from the cabinets.
"Amanda" Jade pleads "Just talk to us"
"There's nothing to talk about" I shrug, poring myself a drink
"How's your mom?" Skyler smiles, but mine silks even farther away
"Just fine" I lie
Then I look at the glass, shrugging. Instead I sip from the bottle, taking massive swigs, and taking it up to my room. I stay there for three days, and while I have a bathroom, I use it to get rid of waste, but not to bathe. I stay up there, with no food or water, just alcohol and self pity.
After the fourth day, eventually they feel the need to intervene. "Amanda"
I lift my head, "Andy?"
"Hey, What's going on- oh my god you smell!"
"Fuck off" I turn over, taking another swig from the bottle which he snatched out of my hand "Hey! What the fuck!"
"What are you doing?"
"What it look like ANDY"
"This isn't healthy"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I scream, and he flinches "And if those assholes are just gonna tell on me then get them out too"
"Amanda, you have a fucking drinking problem" he laughs a bit
"Yeah yeah, runs in the family!" I cheer, laying back down on my pillow, then start crying "Love that"
"Amanda" Andy lays down on my bed "What's going on man? Your scaring me"
"I don't care" I shrug "I really don't care anymore"
"Dude" he huffs, putting a hand on my back which I immediately slap away
"OFF!"
"Dude" He flinches, then I push him
"Get our I don't even know why your here" I stand up, shoving him out of my room, then he shoves me back, which causes me to stumble
"What's wrong with you?"
I laugh at that, "Nothing seems to be right"
"Tell me then" he says
"Why don't I fucking show you?" I jump on my bed and rip my phone off the charger
I pull up the last pic of my camera roll, refusing to look at it and show him "is that... is that your mom?!"
"Yeah Andy!" I laugh "SHE'S FUCKING DEAD!" His eyes widen with shock and I start crying again, then I fall over onto my bed "She's only forty seven"
