Sad Stories

I don’t know what this is I just feel like writing a story

Whenever I come home, I have a usual routine. Get food, do homework, go on the internet, go to sleep. One day it was interrupted. My dad left us. My mom was devastated. My sister didn’t really know what was happening. Over the course of a month, my mother started to get irrational. She would always sit and cry in her bedroom and never come out. She had gained 50 pounds from only eating junk food and not exercising.

I loved my mom dearly. But one day she snapped. I was knocking on her door with my sister Emily. She had a soccer game that day and needed a ride. “Mom,” I said, “Emily’s game is today. She needs to get there.” I heard a growing from inside the room. “Go make your father do it,” I heard her say. It went silent then I heard glass break.

She opened the door with such force that it came off the hinges. I hadn’t seen her for a while. She looked like death. Fat and pale with an angry look on her face. “Oh yeah! That’s right! He left me because he couldn’t stand you stupid children anymore! THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF NON OF YOU WERE BORN!” Emily started to weep silently. “MOM! Calm down. You’re scaring Emily!” I yell. She had the most evil look in her eyes.

My mother picked up Emily and threw her. I watched in horror as her limp body the entertainment system and the tv fell on top of her. I scream loudly and run to Emily. There was a pool of blood on the carpet. I begin to sob. My other sister Zayna came running down the stairs. When she saw what happened, she called 911.

I don’t remember much about the hospital. All I remember is my mother talking for me. She told the police that Emily and I were play fighting. I pushed her too hard and she hit the entertainment system and the tv fell over and hit her. My sister was in a coma for three days before she died. We all went home. Zayna still had no clue what actually happened.

I cried in my room for days. I loved all my sisters. Even my dead twin. I started to wonder what really happened to my twin brother. I tried to think back. I remember having to go pee while at a lake. My father took me to the restroom while my mother was left with Mark. I remember feeling a sharp pain in my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. Then I felt empty. When we came back she was crying hysterically. My brother was face down in the water and my father had to wade out and get his body. I remember knowing he was dead before the paramedics confirmed he was. Ever since then, I had to keep my family close to me.

I hear my mom downstairs watching tv in her room. I knew she was watching porn because I heard a lot of moaning. My sister Zayna entered my room. She was scared and sad. She thought my mom was watching a horror movie and someone was dying. I snuggled in bed with my sister and eventually fell asleep. A few weeks past before I talked to my mother again. We needed food. My sister and I were starving. I was a year too young to get a job so I had no way of paying for food. I confronted my mother. She hit my face as hard as she could and told me to starve. My nose was broken. When we went to the doctor she told them that I accidentally hit my face on the counter. I was mad. I didn’t know if the doctors knew she was lying. I didn’t want to tell them about the situation, afraid that my mom would kill me. I wrote a letter to the nurse.

To be continued