This is the shortest thing I've ever written... like it's SO short. It's not really a story exactly… it's a one-shot (obviously). I personally tend to only read longer stories, but this is just… I don't know, thoughts. :)
Silver sighs and wraps her arms tightly around herself as she stands in the doorway, peering into living room. The coffee table cluttered with vodka bottles and shelves lined with empty bottles are just a fixture that has become a commonality in the household. Her gaze casts on the motionless being passed out on the couch and she curses under her breath as she momentarily tears her gaze away from the scene in front of her in order to retrieve a blanket to cover her drunken mother.
Her mother stirs slightly as the weight of the blanket being settled around her momentarily pulls her out of her unconscious state, but as usual it only takes her a moment until she rolls over and settles down once again.
As much as Silver wants to hate her mother, there is still that nagging part of her that will not let her forget that, regardless of her actions, the drunken woman passed out on the sofa is still her mother. Silver knows that she needs to be the strong one, because even if the responsibilities should be on her mother, they remain on her shoulders.
The pain and betrayal is inescapable, but it is something that she has learned to accept with time. She doesn't need anyone to remind her that her mother should be the one taking care of her—she's perfectly aware. It doesn't matter, though. She has to be strong for both of them, because if she's not strong then no one is.
Her mother's drinking is not something that Silver can control, but she owes it to her mother to take care of her. She wishes more than anything that she could please her mother enough so that she wouldn't need to find solace in a bottle, but she's learned that it's helpless. Once you find solace in a bottle, there's no coming out of it until you decides that it's time to face reality and deal with your issues. Her mother is nowhere near reaching this state, so for now she can only continue to do what she has become best at—putting on a happy face and staying strong for the both of them.
Random, useless one-shot, but I kind of enjoyed writing it. I'll probably way improve it at some point, but I wanted to post it.