Marlissa's POV
Letting out a yawn, I sat up in bed. It took me a minute to remember what today was. As soon as I remembered, I jumped out of bed, quickly pushing the covers away from my ankles so I wouldn't trip. Today was May 5th, 2015, my 14th birthday. I trotted out of the bedroom I shared with my 18 year old sister, Samantha. I peeped into the kitchen to see my mother fixing waffles for breakfast. "Morning, mum." I hummed, walking over to see her crying softly.
"Mom?" I asked in a slightly panicked voice. "Oh! Marlissa, you're awake!" My mother exclaimed, wiping her face clean of tears. "Yeah, I just got up..." I trailed off, picking up a plate and pushing several waffles onto it. Grabbing the butter from the fridge and the maple syrup from the cabinet. Sitting down at the table, I grabbed a fork from the basket that held the utensils. Letting out a small sigh, I quickly are my waffles before putting my plate in the sink, before making my way back to my room. As I was passing under the door frame that connected the hallway and the kitchen, my mother called out to me.
"Marlissa?" She asked, tearing up again. "Yes? " came my cautious reply. "You know that I love you and would never do something to hurt you, right?" She wondered, her voice cracking slightly. "I know mom, you tell me everyday. I love you too." I replied. She smiled a watery smile at me, before turning back to finish making waffles. I frowned slightly as I walked down the hallway, pushing my door open to find my sister was awake.
My mother had been acting weird for the past couple of weeks leading up to my birthday. Samantha, my older sister, was folding get clothes that had been in the wash easier that morning. Walking to the bathroom connected to our room, I brushed my hair and teeth, before going to our closet and pulled out a T-shirt and jeans, swiftly changing into them.
I had gotten into the habit of walking to the park to help me clear my head and gather my thoughts, as I tended to over think everything, whether it be something as simple as someone not responding or something as complex such as a story.
Walking out my front door, after putting on my combat boots and socks(not in that order), I started to walk, unaware of the things that were going to happen.
