"Wake the fuck up brat!" was the first words I heard...at 6:00 in the morning
My mother has always been a drunk. Ever since dad died in a mysterious car accident. She doesn't understand that he fucking deserved it. But that's a story for another moment.
I get out of bed and threw on some random clothes that are piled up of my desk chair. "Ava!!" my mother screamed. "don't make me come up there!" She slurred her words so I knew she was drunk. "I'm coming mom!" I screamed back. I rushed down stairs almost falling, cause i know the consequence if I move to slow. When I go down stairs I see mom, messy-haired, bear bottle in hand. "What are you staring at brat!" she said still slurring her words. " N-Nothing at all mom." I said.
I don't know why but for I while I've been hearing this voice. It isn't a voice that others hear around, It's more likely in my head. They say things such as
You don't deserve life
You're the reason he's dead
Kill Everyone!
Three years ago I was diagnosed with depression. Lets just say bullying isn't the best thing for a High School student. I walk out the front door to go grocery shopping. I haven't mentioned that I work at Charlotte Rouse, a.k.a the worst store in shopping history. I have to work because mom gets to drunk to even leave the house. "Don't forget to buy more beer!" She yelled before I walked out the door. I didn't say a word.
Arriving to the store I saw the news. "Jeffery Woods, the killer kid that killed his whole family, on the loose." I didn't even bother to listen. Things like that never did scare me. Looking at it made me feel nothing. I grabbed the groceries and left. Forgetting the beer mom told me to get.
As I arrive home mom is there, standing at the door. Noticing the beer that I didn't have. "I should've known you would fuck up!" she shouted. A chill shot through my whole body. Whatever lived within my thoughts, did NOT like those words. I felt the chill again, then a burning feeling to my head. It hurt but I couldn't say anything. "Answer me you stupid bitch!"
She hates you
You're a disappointment
Waste of space
Those words consumed me. Blood rushed to the top of my head, and sent me to excruciating pain. Something moist fell down my cheeks. "W-what the hell?" mom said stuttering. "You're a fucking demon." I charged her and she threw a empty beer bottle at my head, knocking me out.
Breeze flew by. A chill waking me up, as I wince in pain. "Dammit."
Hunger strikes me as I make my way to the kitchen, to fix me a peanut-butter sandwich.
-bang-
a loud crash from glass breaks somewhere upstairs.
