Just Another Day

Mother.

Alone. All I could think about was how I was alone. Sure, I had my friends and they cared about me yet I still felt alone. After everyday I had to go home and be Alone. My problems don't just end at being alone, my mother she's a piece of work, she makes it seem as though I can never do anything right. Looking back on it I see that most of the things she did would be considered abuse, if I didn't clean the kitchen like she wanted she would lock me in the basement. She once put me in the hallway closet with the cockroaches, I hadn't cleaned my room that day. My dad was out of the picture but according to my mom he was a piece of shit, my grandma tells a different story. My grandma tells me about all the good things my father has done for my mother and how ungrateful my mother was. Around my 10th birthday I started losing all my friends and the things my mother did got worse. I noticed kids in the neighborhood started to go missing, I suspected my mom of taking them. One day my fears were confirmed. I didn't finish cleaning the bathroom by the time my mom got home. She had grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up to the attic, that's when I saw all the kids. They looked pale, probably due to the lack of sunlight, famished, and exhausted. I looked in horror as they stared at me, one came close enough to my ear and whispered "shh, get some sleep." They gently patted my head and forced me to lay in their lap. I oddly felt comfort in their embrace and drifted off.

A/N: hey guys, you probably see I already have a story that I haven't touched in ages but let's not talk about that... anywho, I don't necessarily know where I'm headed with this story and I think I'll just 'go with the flow'. Please do tell me what you guys think of the story. If you see it, bye!