Depression project

Intro

" Mom, you're drunk again " I said as I tried to help her walk correctly from the front door.

" Hand me that bottle" she said, pointing towards a glass vodka bottle sitting on top of the kitchen counter.

" No! Mom please! You always drink! This one night can you please control yourself?! "-

" I can't handle it anymore! You're never the same " I said, mumbling the last part.

" Fine I'll get it myself " she said rushing to get the bottle.

I hurried, and walked backwards; Trying to block her from the bottle.

She shoved me, causing me to accidentally bump the bottle off the counter with my elbow.

I quenched my eyes, as I heard the glass shatter all over the floor

" UGH! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT! " my 'mother' said to me.

Before I knew it, she slapped me in the face with her cold bare hands.

Tears started to build up in my eyes.

A sharp pain rushed all over my right cheek.

I grabbed my face, quickly pulling my hand away because it stung so much.

I looked down. My mother was sobbing. Her hands were shaking, as she was trying to pick up the glass pieces.

Still stupefied by her actions, I bent down on my knees and pulled her hands away from the glass;

They were covered in deep red blood.

" Mom! Stop! " I said as she was fighting back from my grip.

" GETt...THE...FUCK...AWAYY from mee- leave me alone! " she cried.

" MOM STOP! " I cried out too.

" MONICA! NOWW!!! " she yelled.

.Still, I didn't budge.

Before I knew it, her stained hands gripped around my neck.

All I felt was the repeated pattern of my head hitting the cupboards.

.I could hardly breathe.

I kicked, and struggled my way out of her grip.

Hastily, I stood up and starred at her.

.She was still crying.

I shuffled my way upstairs to my room.

Slamming the door behind, I slid down on my door, and sat.

Holding my head with my hands, I sat there and sobbed.

After a brief moment, I looked up and on my nightstand was a family portrait.

I slowly stood up, and grabbed it.

I starred at it. I couldn't recognize my mom anymore.

She used to be so pretty with her long dark brown hair, her olive skin, and her dark brown eyes.

Now, it seems like her old self is covered with a mask.

A mask that no matter how hard you try to take it off, it stays on.

She used to be so happy.

She used to be so loving.

She was my bestfriend.

But 5 years ago, when my dad divorced her because she cheated on him, nothing has been the same.

She's now addicted to Cocaine, molly, weed and basically every drug out there.

Now-

" She hits me, she beats me, and she drinks... my mom is an alcoholic "

//sorry that this is short. LCF!- _plasticdreams