voodoo doll // c.hood

31; wasted rescue

A M I T Y

What could be better then coming home to your one and only mother/ the only family figure you have in your life, after a long, hard and vigorous day at school?

Anything.

Literally anything in this entire freaking universe. It's bad enough being trapped in hell for about 6 hours and then having to come home to an abusive (and not just on the alcohol) mother. Just the appearance of our house could make anyone not want to even step foot on the premises. Right now, I don't even want to be in the state, let alone this crummy old house.

"Mum, I'm home." I call out after walking through the door. "Not that you even give a shit." I mutter under my breath. I dump my bag in the hall way and kick my shoes off.

That's odd, no response. At all. Not even an insult or a sarcastic remark. Just silence.

"Mum?" I call once more yet still no reply. I cautiously creep through the house, repeating the word "Mum?" as I make my way through the house.

I check the kitchen, and she isn't there. The remains of the elements to make a sandwich were scattered across the counter top along with a few empty bottles of alcohol.

Next, the bathroom. Yet again, she isn't there.

"Maybe she just went out..." I mumble, trying to convince myself that I have no reason to stress but those empty pill bottles suggest otherwise.

"She has to be in her bedroom." So I check, and there she is. Lying on her stomach on the floor, with a wine bottle in hand, just like usual. "Mum, you had be so worried!" I say, and still no response. Instead she lays there still, no sign of movement... or even life. "Mum, are you okay?" I begin to step towards her, kneeling down on the ground.

"Mum?" I give her a little nudge... No response. I pick up a hand and let go, it drops to the floor and thuds against the ground.

"Oh shit!" I cry out and my body kicks in to panic mode, my heart beating fast and tears streaming down my face. "What do I do?!" I hyperventilate, looking for an answer. "I need help, an ambulance." I grab the phone on the bed side table and dial the emergency number.

"Hello! Hello! I need help! Help...I need help!" I cry into the phone, my voice shaky as I speak.

"Which emergency service did you need, ambulance, police or fire service?" The person on the other side of the phone asks.

"Ambulance! Ambulance to 22 Woodlands Drive. I think my mum overdosed on prescription tablets and alcohol." I lift up my mothers head, looking at her face. Her eyes shut and mouth slightly opened, she also looked very pale.

"Okay, an ambulance is heading to your location now."

"Yes, thank you, please hurry!" I hang up and drop the phone to the floor, focussing on my mother once more.

"You just had to do this. It wasn't bad enough that you can't hold your drink, but you had to go and add drugs to the mix and now look at you." Tears begin to stream down my face and each word become harder and harder to say. "Now look what you've done!" It felt like talking to a wall and was virtually pointless but I just needed to say it. "Why did you have to do this? Why! Your life could have been just fine if you didn't start drinking. You could of been successful, and made a name for yourself. You could of been happy and-" there's a knock at the door. It must be the paramedics.

Once I open the door, they rush to my mum's aid and lift her onto a stretcher. They worked at the speed of light and before I knew it, mum was already in the back of the ambulance.

"Come on kid, you can ride in back with your mum and me." One of the young paramedics offer. I jump in and we speed off to the hospital. "It was very smart of you call, you're mum looks pretty bad." He mentions.