Human Wreckage That You Love!

The Day He Went

"I'm sorry about your father..." The nurse said, as she walked away. "And... Happy birthday." She added before she disappeared down the long narrow hall way. I didn't reply to her. How could of this happened to me? I was simply shocked, lost and hopeless. I remember vividly getting the phone call from the hospital. "Robin Sealy? Yes. This is Dr. Johnston calling. I have some unfortunate news. Your father got into a head on collision with a pick up truck... I'm afraid neither your father or the other driver survived the impact." My brain replayed the phone call over and over in my head. I slowly went into a trance, staring ahead of me blankly, trying to process everything. "Robin?" A voice said from behind me. I turned and faced a nurse, different from the last one. "Your mother is her to get you." She said. I stood from the chair and walked out of the waiting room. When I stepped outside the cold autumn air met my skin, making me shiver. I wrapped my scarf tightly around myself as I felt my light brown hair blow in the breeze. I walked down the steps and toward a car. I opened the car door and sat down in the passenger seat. The car smelt of cigarettes and alcohol, like usual. I turned to face my mother. Her face was red with tears. Her eyes were bloodshot. "You need to clean your car..." I said emotionlessly, not wanting to speak of my fathers death. "Thats the least of my worries right now." My mother replied. She pulled out a cigarette and lite it. She breathed in the smoke then blew it out of her mouth. "Stop that smoking... Your life is gonna be cut short like dads." I said in a harsh tone. My mother flicked the cigarette out the window before starting the car and driving away from the hospital. "Are we gonna have a funeral?" I finally asked. "No." "Why not?" "Because." "Because why?" "Robin!" My mother snapped. I stared at her coldly. Nothing mattered to her, nothing at all. "Mom. Dad, your husband, is dead! And you don't want to have a funeral?" I pushed on. My mother reached down and pulled out a can of beer. "What are doing?!" I yelled, slapping the beer out of her hand. Suddenly I felt the car stop and I was jerked forward. I hit my head of the dash and let out a long groan. "Get out." My mother said. I didn't argue, there was no way I was staying in the car with her. I stumbled out of the car, slamming the door behind me before flipping her the bird as she sped away. It wasn't really a mature thing to do, flipping her off, but I was pissed. I was done. I shuffled slowly down the side walk, kicking rocks across the pavement. When I finally made it to our house it was close to dinner time. I opened the door and the potent smell of liquor smacked me right in the face. Why did I live with my parents...? How did my dad deal with the smell... And my mother? Hell, I could of moved out. But I had to help my father take care of my alcoholic mother. Now I can't even try leaving. I walked into the kitchen to see my mother guzzling down a beer. "Mom... You need to cut back." I said. I opened the fridge door only to find a week old ham, some cheese, a few apples and cases of beer. "And you need to get more food." I sighed, closing the fridge door. "Robin. You don't have to stay here..." My mother said. "Yes. Yes I do. Without my care you'll be dead. I have to be the responsible one here. Me. A 26 year old girl taking care of her 48 year old mother." I replied. "Fine. Whatever. I'd just like some time to myself tonight. Here..." My mother said, handing me a twenty dollar bill. "Go out and buy yourself dinner." She finished. I sighed and nodded slowly. I made my way for the door. The next thing I knew I found myself at a pizza shop, ordering a medium sized pizza. When I got the pizza I quickly rushed out of the pizza shop, running into a man and the pizza hit the ground.