Mistakes.
A word that all of us hear once in a while huh? Well, wrong for me. I hear this word almost every day from my parents, friends, relatives, and most of all, myself.
I always wished that I could change what happened a year ago. My sister was the most caring person that I have ever known. If only I didn't ask her to get something for breakfast for the next day. I wasn't there with her, but from eye witnesses, they said that she was stopping for an old lady to go across the street when the guy came out and shot both my sister and the old lady. He dragged them away from the car and he high-jacked it. They were both pronounced dead on arrival to the hospital. I never got to say goodbye to her. Carrie, I will always regret what happened that day.
But to this very day, I have people blaming me for what happened. "You should have waited till the next day." and "Why did you have to do this?". I had many people not talk to me, many of them included my parents and Carrie's friends. My friend Chelsea was the only person who understood me, and knew that it wasn't my fault.
"Wake up Claire! Get your lazy ass out of bed!" My mother shouted up the stairs.
I sighed; My parents have both taken to alcohol and haven't been the same since Carrie died. I just learned to live with whatever was in store for today. I got up and got ready for school before going downstairs. As I walked down the hardwood steps I knew something was up; I would usually see a hungover dad on the couch and my mom standing at the base of the stairs waiting impatiently.
"Hello?" I asked. I narrowed my eyes and walked into the kitchen. My parents weren't there either.
I shrugged and got myself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. I started to eat when my mom took the bowl out from under me, her breath smelled of booze and cigarettes.
"When did I ever give you permission to eat?" She shouted in my face.
I cringed; my parents weren't cruel like this, they just got me up, saw me off to school and saw me when I got home. That was it. "Uh, who said I couldn't?"
That was when the slap came, I didn't feel anything at first, but then the sting came out of no where. "No back-talk from you missy!"
"I'm sorry?" I was confused.
"You're sorry?" Rage filled my mother's drunken eyes, "For killing our best child? You are worthless, You shouldn't have ever been born! You are a sixteen year old piece of-" Her rant ended when my dad came into the dining room. For once his eyes looked clear and reasonable.
"Laura, leave Claire alone." He warned. He took the bowl and gave it back to me.
"But she needs to be punished." Mom whined.
I ate as they talked; worried that mom would come up and take the rest. Mom then left the room and left me alone with dad. I gulped the rest down, "Thank you dad." I whispered.
"You don't deserve to be treated like this." He said simply and walked out of the house.
I placed my bowl in the sink and grabbed my backpack and lunch money before making my way out of the house. I walked to the bus stop and waited as the bus came and picked me up and I was off to my haven. School.
I hope that this is a good story. I will update as soon as I can.