Michelle Bennett
Shadows
She could hear the sound of the alarm clock going off but she couldn't move to turn it off. She layed with eyes her squeezed shut, willing her arm to move. No matter how hard she tried it wouldn't work. In the end she gave up and just waited for her mom to come. It was the same routine every morning, Alarm, Try and move, Here comes mom. The door opened and her mom walked in. "Morning Britt-Britt, how's my little girl today?" she said in her sickly sweet baby-talk. UGH, why does she always do that? Honestly I'm almost two that's not even a baby anymore. She would know that if she didn't lay me on my stomach all the time, and can someone please tell hear I don't need theses stupid bars on my bed!
2 Hours Later
I'm watching the cat from my seat on the couch. He's looking at me like I'm his next meal and it's kinda scary. I don't want to start crying because then that woman (who calls herself my mother) will come and pick me up. I don't want her touching me now (or ever). What's even worse is she has some man (whose not my father) here. So if I start crying then it will not only make her but him mad too. The last I saw they were in her room. I tried crawling in but she screamed at me and told me to stay out. I only went in because I'm hungry and I'm pretty sure my diaper is soiled. I know it's not gonna get changed anytime soon so I just waited.
4 Hours Later
The guy my mom was with just left, except my mom hasn't come out of her room yet. Now I guess is a good time to cry, so I do. Ten minutes later my dad walks in and I'm still crying. He picks me up and hugs me while patting my back so I stop. I've always loved my dad, he understands me when no one else does. He walks me to the bathroom and changes my diaper then feeds me. As he does this he tells me everything is going to be ok and we go check on my mom. When we get to the room she is lying face down on the bed. My dad goes to wake her but she doesn't move. Maybe she needs someone to pick her up like she does with me every morning.
14 Years Later
It was an accidental overdose, at least that's what I'm told. My dad found her while holding me in his arms. It was three days before my second birthday and instead of a party we got a funeral.