The Broken

Hazel P.O.V.

"Mom, I can't find my pants!" I yelled to her.

"They're right here," she said, handing the skinny jeans to me in a rush, "and please don't yell when I'm right in front of you."

"Sorry, I thought you were somewhere else in the house."

I continued to search for the rest of my outfit as my mom raced out of the room.

I looked up for a brief second, and the second after, my world was black. I couldn't see anything but total darkness.

My clean clothes.

I took my clothes off of my head and put them neatly in my drawer.

This is getting a little bit annoying.

My mom quickly walked back in my room with an unhappy look, which is not surprising.

She always looks unhappy. I wonder if she is?

She put another mini pile of clothes on my head, but this time I stopped her from rushing back out again.

I grabbed her arm, and pulled her back gently.

"Hazel, what on earth do you think you're doing!" she yelled right into my ear.

I felt tears almost escape my eyes, but I stayed strong enough to keep it inside.

"When am I going to see dad again?" I asked in a low whispering tone.

She adjusted me so that I faced directly towards her. She held my cheeks softly with her hands, and looked directly in my eyes. "You'll see your dad whenever I'm not busy." she said.

"Come on mom, you never have time for anything, and you're always busy! You can't just skip a day of work to see your own husband...who is in the hospital?" I said, getting irritated really fast.

"Honey, my job is really important. I can't just skip a day. As much as I want to, I can't." she said, looking like she was about to cry.

"So you're saying that your job is more important than your husband...who, I'll mention again, is in the hospital?" I asked in disbelief.

She started to shake her head, and she looked like she was trying to say something.

"Whatever, mom. You know what, I have to go to my bus stop anyways. So, I guess I won't see you whenever I get home, as usual of course." I said, taking my book bag and walking out the door.

I slammed the door behind me, and felt drops of rain hit my skin. I put my hoodie over my head, and continued to walk to my bus stop.

It began to rain down on my face. I wiped it away, and realized later that it wasn't rain, but instead tears.

Nothing's ever going to change in my life.

This happens every day now, and I wish I could do something about it, but sadly I can't.

I don't have the ability.