Chapter 4
Dear David Smith,
I'm sorry to inform you that your Mother, Mary Louise Kingston, has passed away last night. When she was admitted to Oxley Psychiatric Hospital, She was battling a severe case of alcoholism and depression. Due to the damage she had caused to herself by excessively drinking, she died of alcohol poisoning. In this letter, is a key to both you and your mother's previous home. All the belongings have been untouched so there should be no problem. Again, I am sorry for your loss. She was a very brave soul who kept on fighting.
Sincerely,
The Doctors and Staff of Oxley Hospital
"What a load of crap." exclaimed the golden haired young man. "A brave soul, ha" crinkling the paper and hastily throwing it in the waste bin, he stood up, closing the door behind him.
What do they know? I loved her but she wasn't exactly the best parent in the world. I practically raised myself. All the years of yelling and beatings I couldn't take it anymore so I packed up and left.
There he stood, looking at the brown townhome, key in his shaky hand. "How ironic, no matter how far I try to get away from this place, It always come back to haunt me." He was unsure how long it'd been since he last came "Home" if you'd even call it that. Days, Weeks, or even months but, who knows? He tried to go to college, study abroad and make something of himself. He wanted to major in Literature. Books were his passion and his only escape from his troubling childhood. Some would say he was selfish for leaving his "poor, defenseless, loving" mother alone, He would say that they're full of shit. On the outside they looked like a happy single-parent family but behind closed doors, that was a different story. Having to take care of his alcoholic and highly abusive mother and being constantly bullied wasn't exactly how he expect his childhood to be. It was pure hell. Despite these obstacles, he maintained a slightly positive outlook on life and I do mean slightly. Of course he wasn't running through fields and picking flowers, singing about how wonderful life is but he was trying to be the person his father would've been proud of. Ever since he left his mother a few years back, he never made an attempt to see his only son. He was upset that he had left him without even a goodbye and left him with his mother who was slowly descending into madness. Closing his eyes and shaking his head he shook off any negative thoughts that were starting to appear. Opening the door he almost tripped on a few beer bottles left lying on the wooden floor. "Fuck"
This place is such a fucking mess. Then again, no one's been here for quite some time.
He carefully tried to evade the rest of the mess piling up on the floor and headed straight to his old room. Pictures still littered around his door. One specific picture stood out to him, depicting a young boy with a bright smile and a flower with one hand and holding his mother's hand in the other. 'Mommy and Me' it said.
The door had lightly creaked and dust flew everywhere as he entered his old room.
I should really clean this place. Otherwise all this crap is going to pile up.
Author's Note: I really hate myself right now. This chapter was shorter than I expected but the good news is that I changed my mind and I'm going to be adding a third part to this diary thingy. I wanted to give a little insight on how David's life was instead of just writing it in diary form. I feel like it's easier to write in third person than first. Anyways, I realize how sarcastic my writing can be lol. The next chapter should definitely be longer because I'm going to have David write about his life weekly for a whole year so thats about what? 52 entries? They should be much more detailed than how they were when he was younger so I'm really looking forward to writing it. So sorry for the late update and Special Thanks to BluejellyfishOuO and Delahwly for reviewing. You guys rock and keep me inspired to continue this story and get chapters done faster!