Broken Promises

(THIS IS A FRERARD)
I walked through the door, angrily slamming it behind me. I huffed and slung my bag off of my shoulder and onto the nearby couch. I plopped down, the couch sinking in with the added weight. I straightened my tie and fixed my coat, readying myself for the bombardment of questions that was sure to come soon. Questions like 'How was school?' and 'Anything new?' would soon fill my head, allowing me to rant out to my parents about the days events. This was an every day thing now, I would come home, sit down on the couch, and then my parents would come down and see what had happened throughout the day. I pushed my hair to the side of my face, waiting for the familiar click-clack of my mothers flats as she would come through the kitchen. I waited patiently for that sound, but frankly it never came.

Memories flooded my head. That night two years ago, the car, the horn, the screeching of metal on metal high pitched enough to make your skin want to crawl right off. Tears sprung to my eyes as I pictured my mother, dancing into the hallway with fresh snacks in her hands. The ones that always made my mouth water just with a simple sniff of the air. I missed that. I missed her delicate hands as they would guide me through the kneading of dough for homemade bread. Her high pitched laugh, her sweet smelling perfume, her hair that fell oh so gently over her shoulders, her always brightly painted fingernails, the pearl necklace she used to wear every time we would go out to dinner. It's been two years, but I haven't forgotten. I always expect to come home and have them waiting for me. I guess I never really got used to them being gone. I've never felt this alone before. I've never felt so... forgotten...

...I just want her back. I want my life back...