Maka: Does Papa Even Love Me and Mama Anymore?
I can't take it. I can't take the constant fighting, the women, the drinking, the crying. Mama and Papa were suppose to love each other, not hate each other. Papa was suppose to only be with Mama, not these other women. Papa was suppose to be a good man, not a drunken asshole. I'm not suppose to hate coming home or cry everyday. Our family was suppose to be happy.
But it wasn't.
I can't stand this anymore. I had to escape. I can't run away because I had nowhere to go. I can't make a fantasy in real life because I've seen too much. I have no other escape except these sleeping pills. Yea, that's it I'll just sleep this nightmare away. This is all just a bad, horrible dream. If I sleep, I'll wake up eventually.
Right?
And all of this will go away. All the sadness, fighting, anger, drinking, women. All of it will go away and me, Mama, and Papa will be one big, happy family again. Just like when I was younger. We'll do all the fun stuff we use to do: go out to eat dinner as a family, see movies as a family, have fun together as a family. All the bad thing will have gone away when I wake up.
It has to.
I just need to take a few of these pills and go to sleep. Just a few pills… No, no, I need more. The deeper I sleep to more likely this is all a dream. Just a couple more… No, no, this won't do. I need to sleep deeper, longer. Just one more should do… Yes… Yes… That's good… I feel… So sleepy… So tired… I'll just go climb in… Bed…
Ouch…
Why did I fall…? Come on, Maka… Get up and get to bed… No time to fool around… Huh…? Mama…? What's wrong, Mama…? Why are you crying…? Papa… What are you doing…? Why do you have the phone…? Who are you calling…? Ambulance…? I'm dying…? Papa, that's ridiculous… I'm just fine… I'm just tired is all… I just want this to be… A dream… Good night, Mama, Papa…