Her Touch [Completed]

Two

Ghost by Ryan Caraveo^

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I saw mom walking in the kitchen as I was doing the dishes. I smile at her as I turn back towards them as I was trying to scrub the hell out of this pan, but it wasn't getting clean.

Doing dishes is the worst of any cleaning and I can't think of a single person that enjoys them.

My mom complains about it and Caleb does the same thing, plus myself.

I know Kyndra told me a few times that her mom makes her do dishes almost everynight and she wants to scream, so I'm not the only one.

Mom walks to the fridge and grabs her wine bottle out, which makes me look at her weird as I placed the pan in the other side to wash off. "Wine?"

"Don't act surprise, Addy." She chuckles. "I'm a single mother and I need this. It's stressful each day."

"Wasn't judging mom." I chuckle as I placed the pan in the dish rack.

Mom drinks when she wants to drink. She doesn't make a habit out of it but it's pretty often that she's sitting in the living room with a glass of wine in her hands, so I can't really blame her because life is stressful.

She kept staring at me as I was washing some bowls, which made me look over at her with an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"I wish I could hold you." She stares at me as I look away. "Touch my own daughter, give her love and affection like every mother should."

"Mom."

She took a deep breath as she cleared her throat. "Sorry." She placed her wine bottle in the fridge then walks out of the kitchen.

Sighing, I continued to do the dishes as I wanted to burn all of them instead and just use paper plates, bowl and spoons.

After I was finally done, and celebrating in my head, I make sure everything else was pretty decent cleaned as I walked out. I saw mom in the living room as I walked past it, then stopped to lean in the doorway.

She was holding her glass as she was watching some movie on the tv. She took a few sips of her wine before being engulfed in the television in front of her.

Smiling at her, I walked away then ran upstairs to my room and my safe-haven where I desperately needed to be right now.

When I walked in, I saw the LED lights hanging over my bed with the lava lamp on the bedside table giving off a seventies vibe as it was illuminating on the walls all around.

Crawling on the bed, I laid on my stomach then took a deep breath as I let the silence around me take me under and drown me.

Being alone, for most people, is a blessing and they enjoy it.

As for me, when I'm alone I have demons to fight in my head constantly. I'm struggling with thoughts that consume me when I'm alone in a room that's smothering me in silence and there's no escape.

It's not bad all the time. I have gotten use to controlling my urges to do things that would result in ending my life.

I've been to therapy countless times, where they tell me the same shit over and over again. They say that it's ok to be alone and I'm going to be ok, but I know that it's their job to pretend to care.

It's a little worse in public. Even though I'm surrounded by people, my anxiety kicks in and I'm screaming, kicking to get away from all the noise just to be back in silence where I'm fighting the voices in my head.