Her Role

Death (part 2)

It was a normal day, but it didn't feel normal and to me later I would not be. I had started my search for my mom a few days ago and so far had found nothing. So today I checked newspapers. I went back all the way to 2016 to see if I could find anything on my parents. I searched for hours finding nothing but as I was about to give up. I finally found something.
"Woman commits suicide after husband's death and daughter go missing." Picking up the article with a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach I read on. On April 27, 2016 (sorry but no)  body was found in her apartment pills of all shapes and sizes surrounding her. Along with two letters addressed to her daughter and husband. All evidence has been taken by the police but we were able to get our hands on part of the letter. Below is the letter."
Skipping over everything I looked down at the letter.
"How could you do this" it said. "I trusted you and you betrayed me, you left me when I needed you the most. You said you would never be like your father but you are exactly like him. Well the only good news is you won't have to worry about me anymore. I'll be out of your hair for good, then you can live your life never having to worry about me again. Goodbye (you don't get my name either).  "
Reading those last words a drop of water landed on the page. Touching my eye it felt wet and I realized I was crying. It was that moment when everything broke free. My mom had thought I left on purpose, even though this was far from the truth, and now there was no way to tell her otherwise she was dead and by now she had been long dead. To make matters worse that date was a week after I had disappeared, it hadn't taken her long to break down at all. I guess I had never noticed before how emotionally unstable my mom had been and to think I had been what finally caused her to crack, sickened me. It was at that moment that everything hit me all at once, I was truly an orphan. My new adopted parents found me on the floor that night asleep, tears rushing down my face. We had a talk that night I told them what happened without telling them of course that I was from 2016. They hugged me and made me feel better about the whole situation but not by much I still felt awful about the whole thing. I could tell they had no idea how to talk to me or what to do, which only made my guilt worse.