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I woke up with a start. I still held the Flareon, warm, in my lap. I wish we could have stayed there, but I had to get home to my mom. I gently woke Cassie up.
"Hey, we need to get going," I whispered in her ear, slightly shaking her.
She mumbled and stretched her arms out slowly. I got up then helped her up. I started off to the city, Cassie behind me. After an hour of walking we got to Cassie's house.
"Bye Cass."
"Bye…" She replied.
I continued to my house. "What the hell am I going to tell mom?" I arrived at the front of the house. I took a deep breath as I walked to the front door. I opened the door, and found my mother crying on the couch. She saw me and started crying hysterically. I just stood there as she ran up and hugged me.
"Baby, why?!" She said.
"I guess I'm sorry, mom…"
After she was done hugging me I went upstairs and lay down in my bed, closed all the curtains, and nearly had a fit trying to go back to bed. Before I knew it, I was out. At first it was all black but the color came in slowly. It was back at the cliffside. In my dream I actually jumped. I felt the air whip around me, taking my breath away. I hit the flat floor and it seemed my dream went from first person to third person as I could see myself lying in my own crimson blood. I woke up, gasping for air. My mom then came into my room.
"Hey, you know that date I had earlier right?"
"Uhh, yeah… Why?"
"Well, I haven't seen him in a while; do you think he'll come back?"
This statement made me furious. It's like all she ever does is date.
"I don't think you'll see him soon mom, stay out of my room mom. Tell daddy that I hate that motherfucker like you mom," I said. "I mean seriously all you ever do is date!"
She just gave me a glare and slammed the door shut. I sighed. I tried going back to sleep, but it was of no use. I just laid and I started crying, thinking of all of the shit that made me wrong in my head. A few years ago they said I didn't care about anything. They were obviously wrong since I wasn't dead yet, but they still said it. Those three words hurt so much. Then there's my mom, my grandma said I was meant to be born, but I don't believe her. Mother never really cared and my so called "dad" swore that he'd stay, but left. That fucking asshole didn't even do anything to help my mom raise a child alone, yet he wants me to visit?! Fuck that. My thoughts continued as I now drifted off to sleep.
I am sincerely sorry guys. I have to make it a short read again. Something came up. (A birthday party that I have to attend…) I hate giving you guys a short read, but I would like to thank each and all of you for reading my stories it means a lot to me, really. I hoped you enjoyed and review, follow if you like it. Bye guys. ^^