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The endless nightmares

Tragedy Created on 12-1-07 Views(76) Story Rating G
"Mommy?" she didn’t answer me" mommy are you ok.,” she still didn’t answer as we walked down the street. Her face seemed to be blank, dead. Her clothes clung to her like they could suffocate her. Maybe that’s why it didn’t seem as if she was breathing. "Mommy what’s wrong?" I asked pulling on her arm. She pulled away as we walked up are drive way into our house. She put her hand out and grabbed the door handle but she couldn’t put enough strength into it to open it enough. I turned the knob and pushed the door open, I walked inside I felt terror start to trickle through me, I could tell there was something wrong with mommy. "Why was mommy acting so strange why wont she answer me?" I thought as I put my backpack down quietly to wanting to wake up my sisters and brother. She just glided past me not making a sound not closing the door she just seemed to float to her room like a ghost.I went and closed the door then went quickly to follow her. "Mommy please tell me what’s wrong, why are you sad?" I begged her to answer. She looked down at me."Sweetie I’m not sad I’m happy," she said kneeling down to put her hand on my head "I’m going go take a nap now ok so be good and watch the kids ok." I just nodded she didn’t look happy but I believed her and let her go. I watched her stand up and then walk through her door and close it.I sat down at the door and began to cry I hated it to see my mommy like this I didn’t know what to do. Mommy would always do scary things in there.  I pressed my ear to the door trying to be closer to her so she might not feel all alone in her big room. I could hear the sound of bottle being lifted up and the tinkling as the pills came out. I know my mommy’s only supposed to take a couple so I listened to make sure that she only took a few but I never heard the pills hit the bottom of the bottle again. "Maybe she ran out of them already?" I thought to myself but I knew she couldn’t have she had got them only yesterday.I left the door I was to scared to stay their any longer, I knew mommy was doing something bad I wanted to help mommy but I didn’t want her to wake up and be sad again either.I went back a few minuets later. I stood by her door listening for the sound of her heavy breathing, but I couldn’t hear it. I opened the door and peaked in I could see my mothers figure lying on her bed, her stomach was slowly going up and down but barely any sound came from her, I watched and it only seemed to get slower. I walked closer to her "mommy?" I whispered close to her ear. She didn’t move. "Mommy? Mommy are you ok?" I began to shake her arm " mommy?! Wake up I’m scared mommy wake up!" I began to scream. But she wouldn’t move she just laid there her stomach slowly going up and down "mommy please, please wake up mommy please stop!" I was crying holding onto her arm while lying on the room floor.Why did mommy have to be bad and make me so scared why wont she be like she used to and play with us? Why cant mommy be happy again? I saw her phone and picked it up but I dropped it again my hands felt like water they were trembling too much for me to grip it. I just pushed the redial button, I waited for the ring it seemed to take forever I couldn’t hear my mother breathing over the loud shuddering of my breath. I held my breath I could hear a slight ever fading his come from her mouth and I breathed again"Hello?" I jumped I had forgotten the phone on the ground. "Hello?" the person asked again annoyed."Syndey?" I asked barely making out the words through my quivering lips"Alana? Honey what’s the matter?" she asked sounding worried "why do you have your mommy's phone? Put her on ok." she sounded only annoyed."I can't mommy wont wake up... Syndey I’m scared. I’m scared! Syndey please help mommy she wont wake up!" I began to scream again and I could taste the salt entering my mouth."What do you mean she wont wake up?"“She won’t wake up she won't wake up!" I just kept screaming over and over"Ok baby I’m coming ok just hold on I’m coming." she hung up but I couldn’t stop my self I kept screaming over and over. I couldn’t control my breathing everything seemed to get cloudy with every breath I took. My arms felt week I wanted to hold onto my mommy’s arm but I couldn’t hold my arm up any more. I just lay on the floor shuddering, then I felt still and cool and much better now that I had stopped being awake and seeing my mommy’s slowing breathing."AMBER! AMBER!" I shot up I saw Syndey standing over my mommy screaming to her. But I knew mommy couldn’t hear us any more. I didn’t scream this time I just sat their I couldn’t feel myself I didn’t feel really anymore. I saw my mommy’s friend screaming over her, I saw her call the ambulance, I saw her throw the empty pill bottle against the wall. I just got up and lay down next to my mommy. I looked into her face and saw her smiling and  saw her face stained with tears."Mommy said she’s happy.” I whispered. Then it felt like I had been slammed hard against the wall just like how my daddy used to throw me, and how he used to throw mommy. I felt my face it was wet and sticky I could hear Syndey still yelling and the sirens coming closer. "Mommy you lied,” I whispered. “You lied you lied!" I screamed and began to hit her side she still wouldn’t move "Mommy wake up wake up, quit lying your lying stop it wake up." I could feel someone picking me up and carrying me away I didn’t care I kept screaming. "Mommy are you ok?" I asked as I walked up to her bed. I was scared seeing her with tubes in her, it didn’t look right."I’m fine sweetie ok.” she said softly not looking at me but out her window at the parking lot below.

"Mommy you’re a liar." i whispered. I turned around and left. Mommy was bad she had lied to me she wasn’t happy. "I hate her she's a liar." I hissed under my breath. I felt a wave of sadness hit me “why is mommy so happy when she’s asleep? Why can’t she be happy when she’s with me?” I thought as I walked back to where Syndey was waiting to take me back home. Back to my many memories of torment.

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On December 29th 2007 emolaura92 Said: 
emolaura92 i could almost cry over this story. its so sad
On December 4th 2007 ha7 Said: 
ha7 Wow this is sad. Also its a little hard to read since it's posted all in one paragraph pretty much. Good job though.