"Sora!" I roused with a start at the angry voice echoing throughout my house.

"Mother." I whispered, cursing inwardly afterward. The hospital must've tracked me down and called my mom.

"Sora!" She screamed and I shot out of the bed and ran to where her voice was. I ended up in the kitchen to see my mother fuming mad. I had left the television on and the house was a mess.

"H-hello mother. Wh-why are you back so e-early?" I asked her in a small voice, my head lowered to the ground and avoiding eye contact.

Her face turned red and she kicked off her shoes viciously. "Why the hell am I back early? You wanna know why I'm back so fuckin early?" Her cursing caused me to flinch and shrink backwards. "It's because the hospital called me yesterday telling me that a certain piece of shit got himself hurt! And that little brat left without paying the medical expenses!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes and something was lodged in my throat when I say my mother's red face and wild brown hair.

"I-I'm sorry mother." I whispered stepping back a small step to get some space bbetween me and my enraged mother.

She just laughed coldly. "'I'm sorry'? Is that all you can say you little bitch!" She slapped me hard and I fell to the ground, tears silently falling from my eyes.

"Mother please stop." I said with little voice, I held my aching cheek with my hand and looked to the ground.

"And why the fuck aren't you in school? Am I just paying these mother fucking bills for no reason? I knew I should have just given you up for adoption when I had the chance." She spat at me and my eyes widened.

"Don't say that mother!" I cried to her, and she only raised her hand again. I flinched but I could also feel Riku in the back of my mind trying to do something.

"You dare speak back to me you little bastard!" She brought her hand down for another strike and I shut my eyes tightly, calling the first name that came to my mind.

'Riku!' The next thing I knew I was looking at my mother as if I were looking through a glass. Her eyes widened as my body grabbed her by her wrist and pushed her back abruptly as my body stood.

"You shouldn't talk like that to your son." The voice that came out was not mine, but in fact Riku's. I gasped looking around the dark subconscious not seeing and sign of Riku. Was Riku controlling my body?

"What the hell has gotten into you boy?" My mother whispered quietly staring at me in horror.

"You're not fit to be a mother." I felt my body sneer in disgust as my body sized up my mother. "Look at you. You're pathetic." I stepped closer towards my mother and she stepped back, tripping over her shoes and falling back on her but. "Beating your own son because you can't stand the thought of not being a loving mother. You have convinced yourself that there's something wrong with Sora, so you don't have to think that your a heartless bitch."

I saw Riku hissing at my mother the words that I wish me, myself, could say to her. I didn't have the courage to say these things to my own mother. I was just a coward. But...that's why I created Riku right? To be my confident side. To protect me from the hole I've dug myself in.


It's been a week since the incident with my mother. Just as quickly as she came, she left. Storming out the door with her purse in tow, looking like she had just seen her mother die all over again and then was yelled at by the ghost.

In this past week mother had not called nor had shown hide nor hair of herself. In my mind, many times I had scolded Riku for being too stern with her. He only laughed at my naivety and told me that she had deserved it. And deserved it she did, Riku reminded me of every time mother had been cruel to me and I would rebound with a reminder of how good she treated me at times. Although mother did have her good sides at times, Riku's bad memories completely over shadowed the good times I had had with my mother.

This whole week was spent with Riku in my subconscious, so when I finally got hungry on Tuesday, I used my cellphone to call the pizza place again. This time instead of dialing the phone said that it wasn't in service anymore. My stomach growled and I cursed the phone company for the horrible service.

I decided it was time to actually make myself some food and I got to the fridge to find all of the already spoiled food, rotting. The fridge was broken, I crinkled my nose in disgust as waves of warm stench wafted towards me. I shut the door and went to the living room to turn on the television and try to tune out the growl of my stomach.

I pushed the power button but nothing came up on the screen. Was the power out? I checked the fuse box in the basement to turn off the power and then turn it back on. I flicked a light on, but nothing illuminated. I began to worry. I heard the front door opening and heard heavy foot steps.

I ran up the stairs to see tons of men in uniforms taking all of the furniture out the front door. "Uh, excuse me sir, but what are you doing?" I asked, my voice wavering. Something was definitely wrong.

"Oy! There's still a kid in here Jerry!" The man turned to what looked like the head of the many men raiding my home and taking all of my familiar objects from me.

The head man put down the coffee machine and turned to me dusting off his gloves. "Didn't you know kid? This house is being liquidated. We've come to repossess everything in the house and give it to the bank." As the man went on about the house, my house, I felt my kneese begin to shake and my eyes well up with tears.

Everything fit together now, the disconnected cellphone, the power turning off, and my mother leaving without a trace.

Mother had abandoned me.


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