I stand there, motionless. I don't know how to react. I wish I do, but I
don't. I hear the phone ring and wait for the machine to pick it up.
"Elizabeth, it's your grandmother. This is the fourth time I've called. I want you and your mother to call me back, A.S.A.P. I love you, bye." Beep.
God I hate it when she calls me that. I feel the itch for my razor blade but shrug it off. Where the hell is my mother. I hear the phone ring again. God damnit, it's probably grandmother again. You'd think she could take a hint.
"Hello?" I demand, my voice harsh.
"Hello, is Liz home?" Max. Oh no.
I clear my throat and soften my voice, "Hey Max."
"How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine…you?
"I'm great. Uh, you forgot your bag at the library."
Oh, I was hoping…wait…no I wasn't, I don't need anybody.
"Did I really? Oh God, I didn't even realize…"
"It's all right. I noticed from the phone book your house isn't far from my own. I'll swing by and drop it off. Is that okay?"
Oh god, he's coming to my house. "Yeah, yea it's fine. Thanks."
He laughs a bit. I could listen to him talk all day. "It's not a problem, believe me. See you soon." The phone clicks.
I smile unknowingly, and sit the phone down. Oh no, I gotta clean this place up! Grabbing the sweeper I sweep up the rest of the glass and fix the table. I've never had anyone over. I take a deep breath to set some focus. Okay. Not that I give a damn, but where is my mother?
I run a brush through my thick brown hair quickly and change my shirt. I hear the doorbell downstairs. Oh no. I run down the stairs and takes a deep breath, opening the door. I see Max's smiling face and he hands me the bag, "I believe this is yours Liz."
I smile, "Thank you so much. Wanna come in?" I step back and he walks in.
"You want something to drink?"
"Sure, anything you wanna give me."
"Okay, well I'll just run to the basement to get it quick."
I look out the glass, sliding doors leading to the patio and see my mothers' car.
"What..."
I go downstairs, "Mom are you down here?"
No answer.
"Mom?
I head over to the liquor cabinet to see if she's visited lately, and I see her lying on her stomach.
" Mom…mommy?"
She doesn't move.
I do the only thing I can think of and that's scream. I scream until I realize I've been dragged away from the site of my mother and I hear Max on the phone.
"Yes her mother isn't moving," A pause. "No, she's not even breathing," Another pause. "Alright. Bye."
Max moves to go to my mothers' body, but I yell, "NO! You aren't supposed to touch the body!" I don't even realize I'm sobbing. As I sink to the floor, Max wraps his arms around me, and my world falls apart.
"Elizabeth, it's your grandmother. This is the fourth time I've called. I want you and your mother to call me back, A.S.A.P. I love you, bye." Beep.
God I hate it when she calls me that. I feel the itch for my razor blade but shrug it off. Where the hell is my mother. I hear the phone ring again. God damnit, it's probably grandmother again. You'd think she could take a hint.
"Hello?" I demand, my voice harsh.
"Hello, is Liz home?" Max. Oh no.
I clear my throat and soften my voice, "Hey Max."
"How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine…you?
"I'm great. Uh, you forgot your bag at the library."
Oh, I was hoping…wait…no I wasn't, I don't need anybody.
"Did I really? Oh God, I didn't even realize…"
"It's all right. I noticed from the phone book your house isn't far from my own. I'll swing by and drop it off. Is that okay?"
Oh god, he's coming to my house. "Yeah, yea it's fine. Thanks."
He laughs a bit. I could listen to him talk all day. "It's not a problem, believe me. See you soon." The phone clicks.
I smile unknowingly, and sit the phone down. Oh no, I gotta clean this place up! Grabbing the sweeper I sweep up the rest of the glass and fix the table. I've never had anyone over. I take a deep breath to set some focus. Okay. Not that I give a damn, but where is my mother?
I run a brush through my thick brown hair quickly and change my shirt. I hear the doorbell downstairs. Oh no. I run down the stairs and takes a deep breath, opening the door. I see Max's smiling face and he hands me the bag, "I believe this is yours Liz."
I smile, "Thank you so much. Wanna come in?" I step back and he walks in.
"You want something to drink?"
"Sure, anything you wanna give me."
"Okay, well I'll just run to the basement to get it quick."
I look out the glass, sliding doors leading to the patio and see my mothers' car.
"What..."
I go downstairs, "Mom are you down here?"
No answer.
"Mom?
I head over to the liquor cabinet to see if she's visited lately, and I see her lying on her stomach.
" Mom…mommy?"
She doesn't move.
I do the only thing I can think of and that's scream. I scream until I realize I've been dragged away from the site of my mother and I hear Max on the phone.
"Yes her mother isn't moving," A pause. "No, she's not even breathing," Another pause. "Alright. Bye."
Max moves to go to my mothers' body, but I yell, "NO! You aren't supposed to touch the body!" I don't even realize I'm sobbing. As I sink to the floor, Max wraps his arms around me, and my world falls apart.
