It'll pass soon

Chapter 2

AN
(The moms story is based off of the movie eletrick children)

When I go up to my mums house the door and all the windows were open. I could smell my mums gross perfume from upstairs also. It was a terrible oder from the drug store I suppose. My next door neighbour Mrs. Tess comes out and puts her hand on my shoulder.

"I think she's getting worse, Lass?" She says to me, looking up at the window. I turn to her and take her hand off my shoulder.

"Yeah, think I don't know that?" I snapped. I walk into the house and slam the door.

I didn't mean to hurt Mrs. Tess' feelings, she's a nice old lady and all but I just hate talking about my mum. Especially when people ask me how she is when they know the answer to that question. I've given up on my mother a long time ago though, I've tried helping her out but what more is there to help? I know she isn't gonna get better anytime soon, or at least ever. I don't mean to be selfish but I just wish for once my mother would think about me for a change and not herself.

I go to the kitchen and set down my keys on the table, and head to the fridge and get some orange juice. When I was finished with it I poured some for my mother, since her head might hurt when I wake her up.

I walk upstairs to my mum's room and set the juice on her nightstand. She's in her bed like always and has already finished her bottle of pills. I look around the room and it's a mess. There's clothes everywhere and smelt like old cheap perfume. So strong that even with the windows open it wouldn't go away. I sigh, and walk over to her windows and shut them, then walk over to her. I nudge her a little by the shoulder to see if she's still alive. She makes a groaning noise from her mouth and turns to the other side of the bed.

"Mum? Mum you gotta get up. You've been sleeping for a couple of hours." I whisper to her and put my hand in hers.

"Jessica, be a darling and tell your father dinners ready." She says with her eyes still closed, and a smile on her face.

"Dad left mum. You haven't cooked for two years." I tell her, trying not to cry and hold her hand tighter. Her eyes open and she sighs.

"Oh right, yes." She says, closing her eyes again.

"I met a boy mum." I tell her hoping she was listening. Then again when I think about it, I didn't care if she was or not. I just wanted to talk to my mum and have a normal conversation with her. "Well I'm not sure if he's a boy he looked like he was in his early twenties, I suppose. Anyway, I barely spoken to him. I'm not sure if I like him yet because we've only met once and it was today. Shit, I even keep forgetting his name. The thing is mum-"

"Yes that's nice." Once she cuts me off she falls right back asleep, letting go of my hand. I close my eyes and think to myself, "What would dad do?" Then I remembered that he'd just say, "Keep living your life kiddo. Don't have anybody or anything hold you back not even me."

"Sleep tight mum." I tell her as I give her a kiss on her forehead, while I'm about to leave.

"Jessica?" She says, now that she's awake. I'm wondering if she's either gonna ask where all her pills went or if I cleaned the house? So I just answered her to see what she's say.

"Yeah?" I say almost heading out of her room.

"Why do you still try with me?" She asks with forgiveness in her voice. I haven't had a serious question with my mum like this ever since my dad left.

"Honestly. I can't answer that question mum. And by the way, it's Jess." Once I answered her I walk out of the room and shut the door. I sigh and rub my forehead in shock that for once my mother asked me something like that. For once she asked me how I felt about this situation. Yet still till this day I'm confused if she really meant what she asked me.