I limp along the dirt road, my eyes tired and gloomy. Why... Why is this happening to me...?
I see other children, pushing their seemingly over affective mothers away, while that is all I crave. Affection... To be truly cared for and not treated as a piece of garbage. How is it possible for someone to want to push that away?
The memories flash through my mind like a movie at the cinema. A sweet melodic voice calls my name softly. "River..." it speaks, a blurried image of my mother appearing in my head.
The me in my mind beams, running and jumping into her arms. It's hard to believe I experienced that kind of joy a few years ago. Then... It was shattered.
That day seemed all too perfect. Like nothing bad could ever happen. Bright, sunny skies and colors of flowers surrounding our quaint house. I came home from playing in the woods... And... There was a strange scent?
After walking into the living room, I discovered something that shocked me. My father, who had been gone for a week, sprawled on the couch with bottles surrounding him. The smell of liquor...
But that wasn't the thing that shocked me the most. My eyes wandered to the ground, where my beloved mother was laying on the floor!
At first thinking she was dead, I screamed and began shaking her gently. "M-mother?!" I choked out, my eyes beginning to fill with tears. She opened her eyes slightly and smiled faintly at me. "It's okay," she whispered,"I'm alright." But that wasn't going to last. The world had just decided to turn on us and our perfect life.
My life changed after that day. There was never silence or peace in our house. Always angry shouting from my father and cries of pain from my mother. Then one day... It stopped.
I cautiously stepped out of my room, where I had hid for days. "Mother...?" I looked around in each room and called out for her over, and over, and over. But she never answered.
When I woke up the next morning, she still wasn't there. No where. I had even searched every nook and cranny of the nearby town for her, but no luck. I finally realized... She was gone.
Life had already become hard enough. My alcoholic father had turned everything upside down, and soon drugs had been thrown into it as well. But then, my mother had to disappear?!
The only option I had was to go home. I was too young to think of a better option. Bad decision. My father had gone insane. Why, mother, why? You were all I had. Why would you leave me...
The next two years of my life were hell. I was severely beaten most every day, and if I ever tried to run it was worse. The house became a pigsty and always smelled of booze and other substances I was too young to learn the names of.
I finally escaped this torture yesterday. My father finally fell into an eternal sleep after the years of drug abuse and alcohol, leaving me completely alone in our once peaceful home. Am I a bad boy...? For being happy about someone's death...