Hello! This is my first fanfic and it will have Glee characters in it. Not all of them will come into it until slightly later and there might be some brittana in it! Please review:)
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. This happens every time. Why did I even believe her? Of course my mom would start drinking again. It was foolish to think otherwise.
"Brittney?" I hear my sister say as she pushes my bedroom door open. "Come on B, you can't keep yourself locked up here the rest of your life." My sister, Jamie, was two years older than me. We were more like best friends, but that was before she started hanging around with Jessica. Jessica. I hated that girl and I hate very few people.
"I can try." Was all I responded with. Jaime sighed and sat on my blue desk chair.
"What did you expect? For her to just stop drinking altogether because she promised you? You knew that was never going to happen." This had been going on for years now. Mom would drink, dad would shout, she would keep drinking. I would never confront her about it. Jamie and dad thought it was because I was scared, but I just couldn't be bothered to fight with her.
This week it was different. She almost died. It happened when I came home from my last day of school. I was happy for once. School had ended and now it was time to relax for a glorious eight weeks. But when I walked through the front door, she was passed out on the ground. We took her to the hospital and I spent two hours yelling at her, telling her that she was ruining my life and, eventually, she promised that she stop.
She was true to her word for about three days, but when I got up this morning she was as drunk as ever.
"You know what? I don't even care anymore. If she wants to be an alcoholic then let her." I got up from my bed and walk out of the room. I had to leave this house. Jamie followed close behind and reached out to grab my arm.
"Where are you going B?" she asked but I pulled my arm from her grip and went up to the front door. I looked outside. It was a sunny day and I could see the leaves on the trees move slightly from the wind. I loved these kinds of days. They were normally so relaxing.
"Out." I reply with anger. When I stepped outside I could instantly feel the heat beating down from the sun. Because we lived in the country side all you could see was green. Green trees. Green fields. Green everything. I had no idea where I was going to go, all I knew that it was that it would be far away from here.
Half an hour later, I found myself wondering down to the pond not far from my house. The pond wasn't that big, but you could put a blow up boat in it and paddle around. My best friend Quinn and I use to do that. I can remember coming down here with my dad and brother to go fishing. We'd bring a picnic and sit out for hours. Dad would always bring whatever he caught home to eat but I would set mine back into the pond. I hated watching things die.
To my left I could see the forest that I was never allowed into. My parents use to say it was because it was dangerous and that you could get hurt, but one time last summer Quinn and I decided to take a trip in to the trees. All I can remember was that it was colourful and decorated with different plants.
I sauntered over to the old rusty gate that had a sign saying 'Do not enter privet property' hanging loosely on it. After I clambered over it, I entered a green infested world. A small path lead down a hill and into waist high grass. There where plants everywhere. Little purple ones that where all grouped together next to larger blue and white ones that reached knee height. It was all so beautiful.
I roamed through the forest until I found a small opening with a dirt ground covered in twigs and brown leaves. A large tree stood at the edge of the opening and I sat with my back against it. Why does this always happen? I thought to myself. Why is she doing this to our family? Anger ran though my veins. Doesn't she see how it's destroying us? I hadn't realized that I was on my feet until I was kicking the tree. If someone saw me they would probably think I was crazy, but I just needed to let my anger out.
My hands began to tingle, but I ignored it and wiped the tears from my eyes. I will not cry over her, I commanded myself. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, but it wasn't because of my mom. I looked down at my hands and they began to get red. It felt as though they were on fire. A jolt pain raced through my right arm and my whole body was shaking. What is wrong with me?
The pain was getting unbearable. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and called Quinn. As it was ringing another jolt of pain electrified my arm.
"Hello?" I heard Quinn's voice through the phone.
"Quinn it's me," I let out a cry of pain, "I need you to come to the forest – aghh- beside the pond." I dropped onto my knees and my phone disappeared into a bush. The heat began to rise in my hands and when I looked down I could see smoke.
The last thing I saw before I blacked out was an orange flame coming from my right hand.
"Britt?"
I feel a hand on my shoulder. A gust of wind raised goosebumps on my arms and I could no longer feel the pain.
"Brittney?"
When I opened my eyes the sun shot into them and I couldn't see anything. How long was I out? What time is it? Once I sat up I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Quinn was kneeling on the ground next to me. Her long blonde hair was moving with the wind and her brown eyes held a worried look.
"Britt are you okay? Why are you out here?" My head was spinning. Suddenly, I remembered my hands. I jumped to my feet and studied my hands, but there was nothing unusual about them. No redness. No smoke. No flames. Maybe I just imagined all that.
"I- I went out for a walk," I started and turned to face Quinn. She looked at me as if I was crazy. Maybe I was. "And I think I fell and hit my head then blacked out." That must have been what happened.
"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe I should take you home." I was about to agree, but then I remembered why I was here, to get away from there.
"No, I'm fine. What time is it?"
She pulled out her phone and the screen lit up. "It's 3:20." She replied. I had only been unconscious for ten minutes. "Was it your mom again?" Quinn asked quietly. I sighed. I had told Quinn about my mother's drinking problems last year when she was sleeping over. Mom walked in drunk while we were watching a new episode of Pretty Little Liars and began making a fool of herself. That night I told her everything and she comforted me as I cried myself to sleep. Ever since then Quinn has been the only person I could talk to.
"She was drunk this morning." My eyes blurred with tears as Quinn rapped her arms around me. I had mentioned to her about my mom's promise to stop drinking and she knew how much it meant to me.
"Come on," she said, "you're sleeping at my house tonight." Quinn's family had moved into the house that was closest to my which was a five minute walk down the road. They moved there when I was eight. She is an only child unlike me. I have two sisters and three brothers, but they don't all like at home. My oldest sister lives in London with her boyfriend and my two older brothers are in collage. I guess they all wanted to leave because of mom. Then again, who wouldn't?
A pang of happiness sprang through my chest. This is why Quinn is my best friend. She knows what to do to make me feel better and when I need to be cheered up. A small beam of light on the ground caught my eye and I saw my phone lying on the ground. There was a small crack in the top right corner.
Grabbing my hand, Quinn pulled me out of the small opening and after a short walk we were standing by the old gate. I keep thinking about what happened to my hands in there and if it was going to happen again. I looked over my shoulder, but the only thing that I could see was dark purple plants.