This will be the first long chapter I've written for a story.
ever.
Alienation
Chapter 1
It all happenned when I made my first friend. Yes, my first
friend at age 14. One day, I had him come over to my house. To my
parent's disbelief, he was real. My mom had pulled him aside
to ask him a question. Thinking I was out of earshot, she
whispered,
"How
much is he paying you?"
"Nothing Mrs. H" he replied with a confused look on his
face.
"Yo
Colby, what's with your mom asking me how much your paying
me? Do you have no friends or something?"
I lied,
"I'm not sure James."
The night
went smoothly and my parents did not embarass me further. That
is, until my friend had left. Once I heard the front door close I
started crying, bewildered that my mom would ask him a question
like that. Eventually, my mom came upstairs and thrusted my door
open, bursting into my room.
"How
are you friends with him? Huh? Is it drugs, Colby?" she
screamed.
"No
Mom! He's a nice guy. What am I not allowed to have friends
now?" I retorted.
She
replied, "No. Not in THIS house. And if I EVER catch you
doing drugs you're out of this house. You hear me?"
I started
to storm my way out, pushing my mom aside as I always do. But
this time she fell on the ground. Not only did she fall, but her
head hit something on the floor.
"Oh
God Mom I - I'm sorry," I said, extending my hand to
her. She didn't respond. "Mom? Mom!" I yelled,
reaching to pick her up.
As my hand
touched the back of her head, I felt blood.
"Oh
my God Mom! Dad, call 911!" I screamed
I heard
nothing. Dead silent. I suddenly felt alone. Of course. How could
I expect my dead-beat da to be home or sober? I ran downstairs to
call an ambulance. All I could mutter in my hoarse voice
was my address. I dropped the phone and stumbled around. I made
my way to the sliding back door and ran. I felt naseous and
couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. I had killed my own
mother.
