Darkness!
Tyler
Tyler:
I opened my eyes. I blinked and my eyes adjusted to the light. I could smell the alcohol already and it was ten past 7. It made my eyes water just thinking about the amount of vodka my mum had already drunk.
I clambered out of bed and drew the curtains. I staggered to the bathroom and went to the loo.
I pushed my hair out of my eyes. It had been black ever since I could remember. This was funny as my mums were blonde.
However I did put the blue strips in myself!
I heard my mum throwing up as I walked past her bedroom. She had long forgotten the days of running to the toilet. She was drunk every morning it didn’t even matter. This had started ever since my dad had died. I had coped with the grief by carrying on a usual but I was slightly quieter.
Mum just drank. She had consumed so much alcohol I was surprised she hadn’t yet needed a liver transplant...because if I were her liver, I would have signed the application form myself.
It was getting pretty desperate. Was so drunk I had to walk a mile home from school everyday...even in the winter when it was minus degrees. She spent all our money on drink that I didn’t even have enough to get the bus. Nor did I have enough to get new school clothes.
I had, had these school clothes for years now. The trousers were ankle swinger and the blazer came past me wrist.
I don’t know why I was still at home. It would be easier if I lived on my own.
I wouldn’t have to keep looking after her.
I heard her throw up again. This was getting too much...I couldn’t handle this.
I looked in the fridge...surprise, surprise. There was no food to even think about breakfast.
I sat at the table with a moldy piece of bread. My mum staggered down.
"What you doing Hun?" she asked as she staggered forward to give me a kiss.
I pushed her away.
"Get off. You know I hate the smell of alcohol on your breath."
"Oh fine be like that then!" she huffed and sat at the table.
"It was you who put me here in the first place."
I felt as though someone had slapped me around the face.
"How can you say that?" I croaked.
"It’s your bloody fault. So hard done by and selfish."
I stood up. "I look after you every day. I clean your room. I do everything for you." I shook with anger as I spoke.
"Yeah well...you’re just a spoiled brat."
"Do you know," I put my face in hers. "That just because I don’t drink myself to death, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss dad. I asked you once for some money for a bus and new school trouser and because you are an alcoholic you can’t let me have just £10...£10 mum.” I screamed.
I shook my head. "Just £10." I muttered at the end.
I ran upstairs and sat on my bed. I hated shouting at her but while we were starving she was using money to fund her drinking problem.
Bitter tears slipped down my face. I wasn’t sure how much ore of this I could take!
I opened my eyes. I blinked and my eyes adjusted to the light. I could smell the alcohol already and it was ten past 7. It made my eyes water just thinking about the amount of vodka my mum had already drunk.
I clambered out of bed and drew the curtains. I staggered to the bathroom and went to the loo.
I pushed my hair out of my eyes. It had been black ever since I could remember. This was funny as my mums were blonde.
However I did put the blue strips in myself!
I heard my mum throwing up as I walked past her bedroom. She had long forgotten the days of running to the toilet. She was drunk every morning it didn’t even matter. This had started ever since my dad had died. I had coped with the grief by carrying on a usual but I was slightly quieter.
Mum just drank. She had consumed so much alcohol I was surprised she hadn’t yet needed a liver transplant...because if I were her liver, I would have signed the application form myself.
It was getting pretty desperate. Was so drunk I had to walk a mile home from school everyday...even in the winter when it was minus degrees. She spent all our money on drink that I didn’t even have enough to get the bus. Nor did I have enough to get new school clothes.
I had, had these school clothes for years now. The trousers were ankle swinger and the blazer came past me wrist.
I don’t know why I was still at home. It would be easier if I lived on my own.
I wouldn’t have to keep looking after her.
I heard her throw up again. This was getting too much...I couldn’t handle this.
I looked in the fridge...surprise, surprise. There was no food to even think about breakfast.
I sat at the table with a moldy piece of bread. My mum staggered down.
"What you doing Hun?" she asked as she staggered forward to give me a kiss.
I pushed her away.
"Get off. You know I hate the smell of alcohol on your breath."
"Oh fine be like that then!" she huffed and sat at the table.
"It was you who put me here in the first place."
I felt as though someone had slapped me around the face.
"How can you say that?" I croaked.
"It’s your bloody fault. So hard done by and selfish."
I stood up. "I look after you every day. I clean your room. I do everything for you." I shook with anger as I spoke.
"Yeah well...you’re just a spoiled brat."
"Do you know," I put my face in hers. "That just because I don’t drink myself to death, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss dad. I asked you once for some money for a bus and new school trouser and because you are an alcoholic you can’t let me have just £10...£10 mum.” I screamed.
I shook my head. "Just £10." I muttered at the end.
I ran upstairs and sat on my bed. I hated shouting at her but while we were starving she was using money to fund her drinking problem.
Bitter tears slipped down my face. I wasn’t sure how much ore of this I could take!