"Damien, I can't talk right now. I literally just got in, I love you though, okay?" I said, trying not to be too mean as I put the phone down. I thumbed around with the lock but finally jammed the key to mine and my mother's apartment into the rotten hole. I sighed, as I took in the manky smell that released itself from this pigs-pen. It's been like this since my mother started having her… Disappearances. What I mean by this is her ability to pick up strange men and fall deeply in 'love' with them. Then, they get bored of her and she comes back home to me, her annoying 17 year old mistake of a daughter. I wonder if she's back today, it's been a month, and that is usually just how long her flings last. I felt my phone start ringing and violently vibrating and check the screen, Damien. I decide to ignore him, and swiftly shove my phone back into my coat pocket. Little brothers are annoying. At least mine lives in Australia with his father.
"Mum?" I called out, hm. No reply, I guess it's lasting a little longer this time. Hopefully it lasts long enough to keep her and her cheap perfume from this already rotting apartment. But, she is still my mother and I am going to call her, just to be sure she isn't dead or something.
I listen for a second. Is that…? Yes, that's the sound of her phone coming from my bedroom. What is she up to now? This can't be another one of her attempts to illegally kick me out. Technically I am still a minor, until I reach the age of 18, and by then I will gladly leave my mother to live in her own filth. I slowly open the door, unfortunately it decides to creek. I don't know why I wouldn't want it to creek… Maybe I'm a paranoid freak like that. I probably get that from my father, as this mother of mine is a bit of a… clumsy loud nutty cow.
And I was right to be paranoid.
There was my mother laid across her bed, with blood gashing from both of her wrists. If I didn't know how much she loved herself, I would have said this looked like suicide. But I do know, so this isn't suicide. I ran over to her, and rapped two cloths around each of her arms.
"Mum… Mum!" I yelled, shaking her as if I didn't know she wasn't already dead. "Come on, wake up, please" I sobbed, I'm not sure why it is that I was so upset, I literally hated the woman. I guess, no matter how much I loved or hated her, she was still family and that's just enough. "Come on, please!"
"She isn't waking up, sweetheart." I heard a raspy man's voice behind me. I quickly turned, my eyes wide as an owls.
"What did you do to her?" I demanded. If I didn't step back and if my voice never broke, I would have almost sounded brave.
"You're just like your father. Don't worry, I don't plan on hurting you." He shrugged, was it not a big deal that he must be the man who killed my mother?
"You… know my father?" I asked, then scolded myself. This man just killed my mother and made it look like a suicide attempt. I'm still not sure as to how he must have done that.
"Oh, trust me. I know him." He confirmed, and put a hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes awaiting the pain that's going to come, he was going to kill me. Only, the pain didn't come, and he never killed me, but when I opened my eyes, we were no longer in my bedroom, but what looked like an old room of an old warehouse. What. Had. Just. Happened.