Chapter 7: Monsters in the house
It has been around a month since monsters started attacking me and everything in my life has started falling apart. Jasmine disappeared over a three weeks ago, which both relieved me and saddened me. On one hand she was scaring me beyond measure, on the other hand she took care of me for well over five years so it did hurt to have her missing like that.
This however, wasn't worse than my mom, who barely noticed her absence despite me telling her several times. My mother started consuming drugs, though taking a closer look I realise she had been taking them for a while, this past month however, it has gone to a whole new level. It feels like the fragile paper house that was barely been held together until now has started collapsing.
*Crash*
As I leave my room in a hurry while grabbing my hammer and head to where the sound came from, I find my mother passed out on the floor and a vase with flowers broken next to her. White powder on the table where the vase used to be and a credit card next to it. Looking at her with disappointment in my eyes, I can't help but feel like and idiot. I did think before that life was just being hard on her, but to have for seven year old daughter see you like this... she is lucky I had a pas-
*Groan*
As a groan leaves her mouth, she starts trying to stand up, though her current made it hard for her to do so.
"Don't j-just stay there brat. Help me get up." she said, trying to make a serious expression, though her unfocused eyes and strange posture made it impossible for her to look like anything other than a pitiful woman.
Leaving her there on the floor, I make my way back to the room. It is not the first time this has happened and I keep having to rush over in case it is a monster attack or something, yet I always find her, high and on the floor, with something broken at her side.
"H-Hey brat!" she screams from the living room, but I continue going to my room and lock myself in it. "You little bastard! Get over here! So you plan to just leave me alone like that asshole huh?!"
As I laid on the floor behind the door I hugged my knees while small tears formed on the corner of my eyes.
After another month filled with several more similar incidents I decided that was enough. I have been missing school for a week in a row now, besides, mother has started bringing guys over with her from parties she constantly goes to, forgetting in her drunk or drugged state about me.
Between the nightmares, the monster attacks, my mom's nonexistent care for having me in her life and the messy state of what remains of our 'home', which is now filled with bottles, pills, cash and occasionally men, I have been feel myself having to work harder and harder to not go crazy.
The food is things I cook myself using what I learned from Jasmine or delivery I order paying with the bills mom leaves around. Slight bruises have started showing on my arms and face, product of my mother's rages when the effect of the pills diminishes, added to the cuts and hits I receive from my fights with the monsters and I am constantly in pain.
She hasn't spoken to me in two days now and honestly I am tired of this. At this point I am worst with her than alone, and in her drugged state she is simply in constant danger from monsters while I am in constant danger from her, though the situation being like this simply makes my next decision easier to take, after all I guess this will be for the best.
As I start filling my small backpack with a some clothes and bills, I steel my heart and convince myself that this is for the best. The monster attacks are getting more frequent and from what I have seen my mother has started appearing on the news as another example of those famous actresses that fall in the world of drugs. News channels try to get close to our apartment in an attempt to scope a story and I am pretty sure it won't be long before the police comes to see what is going on here, after all an underaged girl is living with what the news started describing as a drug-addict.
Once I finish filling my backpack with what I think I will need to survive at least for a while, I think about where I will be going first. I feel like moving east wouldn't be a bad idea. I will slowly move towards the north while passing through the states of the east, hopefully there will be less monsters the further north I head, which might be
I know it will be hard and dangerous for a dyslexic seven year old girl to be alone in the streets... but it is more dangerous here.
Passing through the living room, I see my mother passed out on the couch, half naked and with countless bottles and pills laying on the table and floor. I leave the poorly written letter I had prepared in the table before opening the door and walking out. Right now I barely remember my life before this one with her and while I do love her, I won't stay there. If she genuinely cared for me, she would have behaved differently.
That's right... this is for the best.
"Goodbye, Diana." I mutter while closing the door of the apartment. As I make my way to the elevator, a tear flows through my cheek and lands on the floor.
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