ourladyhelena
He's always saying things that don't need to be said. His unnecessary statements always bring me down... "Have you gained weight?" "You should have put on more makeup today." "Chill out with those clothes, you're not twelve anymore."
I couldn't believe it. She was gone. My mother overdosed last night and it killed her. She was really, undoubtedly dead. And in her hand wasn't some bong or razor for crack; she was holding my handmade potholders. The only thing I had ever made for her. Her only sign of affection to me in my whole life, and she had to be dead to show it.
The child had never seen it coming. One moment, there his mother was, happily buying his father a present. The next moment, he was swept away into the cop's patrol car. What had he done wrong? Was his mother to get him? Or was he destined to be all alone.