I heard a loud crash, then a shattering noise. It sliced through the silence of my once peaceful home like a beam of light through the darkness. For a moment, there was peace as the noise faded away and silence had followed it, but it was once again chased away by my father's alarming shouts echoing down the corridor. I could hear him calling my Mom and I's names, panic lacing his voice as his footstep echoed through the floor and the vibrations of it ran up my arms.
I hopped out of my bed, running out into the hall only to find a tipped over end table that once held a vase, and that vase now in remnants across the floor. My father rushed around the corner and stopped when he saw me, trying to keep us from colliding with each other. I paid him no mind as my curiosity got the best of me as I made my way to the top of the stairs.
Glancing down, the scene of my mother unconscious on the floor, a red pool below her, glass shards sticking gruesomely out of her leg and back, and the beacon that seemed to taunt me, the backpack I had left at the top of the stairs, the backpack she had obviously tripped on, bringing her to her demise laid before me. Water rushed into my ears, and my vision seemed to pinpoint and focus on nothing but what laid there. The accident that was my fault, being tauntingly obvious and it suddenly felt as if I was the one with the mangled leg and broken back.
But no, I was just the one who caused my family to begin tearing at the seams.
My mother hadn't died that day. She ended up with a broken back, a broken wrist, 67 stitches, a concussion, and severe blood loss. But she hadn't died. She always tells me to look on the bright side, and that it could have been much worse, that she could have been paralyzed, or have an amputated limb, but she didn't.
She only had fixable injuries and got put on painkillers.
Those damn pain killers that tore my life apart.
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Teen FictionMeet Lily Anderson. Her life would easily be described as hell to others. She has read countless books on struggles in life, ones about dealing with depression, broken hearts, teen dramas, and abusive fathers, but none of them could match up to he...
