The Broken Suicide

The Broken Suicide: Part 7

Ricky

"I couldn't bare the fact my own mother hates me... I can't.. " I thought to myself. I'm by her side on the couch as she's fast asleep. She had passed out after the huge commotion between us. I stared at her short blonde hair which she had recently butchered I assume. For once, she looked happy to go to sleep. I see a half burnt cigarette under the table and sighed. "She's smoking again?" I asked myself. " I wonder if this is all my fault?"

Mother

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs in the kitchen so I got up to follow the beautiful scent. It was Ricky making breakfast.. "He can make breakfast?" I thought to myself. "Good morning" he says to me without turning his back. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" He turns his body to face me.
"Make stuff.. I don't remember teaching you"
Ricky's face expression went from content to annoyance very quickly.
"I taught myself" he replies back grumpily. "Did you really think dad made you breakfast all those years?" Ricky sarcastically laughs. He continues to cook breakfast. " It was eggs, bacon and French toast... My favorites" I though to myself.
I timidly sat down at the dinner table watching Ricky continue to make breakfast.
"I feel so confused.. I don't know what to do anymore" I thought to myself. I grasped my hair and remembered what had occurred a few days ago.

Flashback
( Ricky's mothers grandmother is with Ricky's mother in the living room)

My mother was in her late 70s , white-blonde hair, wore expensive clothes and the face of a woman.. After all she is rich.
" LOOK AT THIS HOUSE!" Screams my mother. I was laying on the couch looking away from her. " "DON'T YOU HEAR ME" she screams. I stare at the couch silently wishing she would go away. " You're a lazy good-for-nothing bitch!" Says my mother sternly. I wasn't sure how to react to anything anymore. I was lost with words and my mind no longer exists... I'm just an empty shell with no soul. Mother started pacing back then silently walked off to another room. Suddenly, I was grabbed by the hair violently. "YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD!"screams my mother. I am in tears as she slaps me senseless from behind. I still unable to face her... I'm still scared of her. My mother walks out the house without a word. I am in tears unable to breathe properly.
I waited a few minutes and slowly got up from the couch to head to my bedroom. I ransacked my dressers to find a pair of scissors. I remembered my mother hating my how long my hair was but my father refused to let her cut my hair. I took the scissors and started cutting away without looking at a mirror. No one cared and neither did I anymore. Tears started to shed rapidly as I watched my beautiful blonde hair fall to the wooden floor. I always please everyone but myself.

"Mom" calls Ricky. I snapped out of my trance. "Your breakfast is ready" he said sternly. I rubbed my tired eyes in tiny circles hoping to open them again to see my husband and two sons sitting at the table all together at dinner.. Instead it's one of my sons who is a murderer, the the other one is at the hospital sick and my husband is dead.
Ricky watches me from a distance like a hawk. I guess he wanted me to start eating which I did. "How do I know you didn't poison this?" I wearily ask. Rick stares at me in disbelief and laughs. He shifts his weight on the counter and looks to his left. "You're unbelievable" he smirks. "Don't worry" I replied. "If you kill me too... God will put you in hell." Ricky walks away in annoyance as he says, " I'm already in hell"