Whole Into Pieces
PROLOGUE
Hazel
Hazel ran into the bedroom, head swinging around, eyes wide, adrenaline coursing through her body. The dirty walls of the apartment were rattling with the sound of her mother's shrieking from downstairs. The woman's words slurred and jumbled thrugh all the alcohol she had consumed that night.
"YOU FILTHY CHILD, YOU.. I SHOULD'VE TAKEN.. YOU DESERVED WHAT YOU GOOTTT...YOU DISGUSTING MUTT... "
The rest of her words were a mixture of swear words used in impossible ways and insults that would be suitable, more or less, for a pack of serial killer wherewolves. Or something along those lines.
Certainly not for a 16 year old girl.
Certainly not for Hazel.
She desperatly darted into the closet. Cobwebs and a thick cloud of swirling dust greeted her. It reeked of cigarettes (as it did everywhere around their house) and what Hazel had come to know as the smell of marijuana. Somewhere along the lines her mother had gone terribly wrong.
Dirt clung to her tearstained cheeks as Hazel listened to the pounding of her mother's drunken footsteps get closer. She held a hand to the bloody welt that had formed on her left arm. Her mother had been angry, oh yes, and her mother had hit her. But Hazel had never seen her like this.
"JUST LIKE HER FATHER AND BROTHER, RUNNING AND HIDING! COME OUT HAZEL, COME GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!" The woman screamed and she barged into the room, the wooden frame of the door cracking as it slammed into the wall.
Hazel's mind was clouded. With adrenaline, fear, sorrow, guilt, any emotion, she could feel it. Taking over her mind.
'This could be it' she thought. 'this could be it.'
"Oh you sorry little piece of-"
The closet door flew open, revealing Hazel curled vulnerably in the dusty corner. Her mother chuckled at the sight.
"get up, b*tch."
Hazel stood, trembling. Her mother was holding a knife. She smelled like whiskey, and frankly, like she hadn't showered in a month. Teeth yellowed, pieces of tobacco wedged in between gums. Skin discolored, with bags under eyes. A once beautiful woman turned foul due to drugs and alcohol. Her eyes were empty, hate burning in her voice. She lifted the knife. Hazel closed her eyes. She could hear the older woman's cackling, building up to the point where she finally did it. She managed to yelp out.
"Mommy, please.."
The disgusting woman laughed at Hazel's fear.
"Don't call me by that name, dog." She lifted the blade up, ready to slash down. "It's time for you to go"
The knife came down.
*THUMP*
Hazel paused, dared to open her eyes. She felt no blade cutting into her skin, the room was suddenly silent, apart from her heavy breathing. She glanced down. Her mother lay unconscious on the dirty carpet, knife still placed crudely in the position it was while still in the air. She was still, chest moving up and down peacefully. And Hazel made no hesitation whatsoever.
She ran to the window and jumped out onto the fire escape. She took none of her belongings, nothing. Maybe a foolish decision, but there was nothing in that apartment she wanted. Nothing to remind her of her life there. Nothing to remind her of her brother, or her mother, or even her father. Nothing to bring her pain.
Hazel climbed down the ladder into the alley with only one thought in her mind.
Just keep walking.
And she was determined to do so.
-audrey
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