Sam

She wondered aimlessly through the night, crying out loud. Why did nobody care she stumbled as if she was drunk laid in with the heaviness of what had just happened at 11 her parents had a horrific fight your mother Joanne had been drunk again. She always took it out on one of the children this time it was her brother Towered over his mother Stephen, but he would never fight back. She stood in the corner watching Joanne fist slammed every inch of Steve‘s body punch to the neck punch to the ribs shoulders Joanne even got down on her knees and started to beat the tops of his feet For an hour, she stood in the corner, watching Stephen emotionless when Joanne dropped to the floor Stephen pushed his wooden chair back against the tile. He didn’t realize his mother’s head rested right behind the chair. It was wedged in between the counter. Cabinetry is tiny kitchen only had, a couple feet of open space Stephen thought he was pushing against the cabinetry, but it was the weight of his drunken mother. He pushed harder and harder, pushing on the chair he didn’t realize the leg of the chair, pushing her neck into the cabinet all she was drunk, passed out and motionless, and then there was a weird crack after hours of silence. Steve looks down and sees a weird form of his mother. He begins to pick her up to take her to bed, but as he upright her, he can see that her neck dangles to the side, he tries to upright the head, but it just falls again like a bowling ball Whopping touching its shoulder that I said Stephen slowly turned his head in my direction his eyes piercing almost black, hello from a life of abuse gracefully with compassion still picks up the limp body of his mother, carries her to his sofa, grabs his truck keys spins on his barefoot heel and tells me I’m leaving for good. He slowly walks out the door. My body begins to tremble and shake and quiver. I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m only 11. There’s nowhere to guide me. No one to save me. I don’t know if my mother’s dead. I think she’s dead. She felt emotionally dead all my life and now physically Realization, I don’t want to be left alone after crying and crying. He peels away the screech of the tire. I know I will see the tracks in the morning. He heads out of town sprint before I reach the edge. I know that I have nothing left to get cries inside of me grow longer stronger deeper harder, I feel congested that crescent moon that hangs high in the sky tonight I looked up at the sky I wonder is it shining just for me is my mother making it glow that much more powerful tonight it seems to be like beaming from the sky, and as I looked down, I see one distinctive Lily just one growing mysteriously out of the groundI tumble over there and I look is alive. Is it dead? It appears to reach at the same time.