15th December 2014, 3:22pm.
Dear diary,
I have just got back from school, i opened the door to my house and took one step in, a strong stench of urine and smoke entered my nostrils, I had the sudden urge to pull my shirt over my face, blocking out the deadly smell.
I walked up to my bedroom and chucked my bag at the wall.
I let my self fall down, I was restless.
I looked around my torn 'bedroom', it looked more like a junkyard, but I let that thought pass.
I went down stairs trying to make my footsteps as loud as I could.
"Mum!, mum?" I screamed,
"Keep on ignoring me then" I said sarcastically.
I'm casually waiting on the bottom step as I blow my fringe away from my eyes.
"For god sake, fucking answer!" I said as I expressed my anger,
"Why do I call you mum, your not even my real mum." I was crying now,
Mum is still not answering,
I'm worried now.. I ran up stairs, back to my bedroom to look out of my window.
She's no where in my view, I'm running around the house, as if it's a maze, she's no where to be seen.
I looked in the kitchen, the only place I hadn't looked.
There she was..
