"Hey Marcy?" Anna ran up to me. "Didn't you here me back there?"731Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqkxP1AxnCf
"Yea." I kicked a pebble and watched it skid across the asphalt.
"Um, like I was saying, you can't come over. You need to go home. she was hesitant. face your own problems."
I stopped. "I get it Anna, I know I've been coming to your house for the past few months and you know why! Don't sit here and speak to me like I'm a child!"
"I didn't say this to make you mad."
"Well it really don't look like it. I know you want to throw parties, but you can't have this "problem" in you way. Go ahead have your parties. I hope you die."
She didn't start walking again. She just set there with tears running down her face.
I felt no guilt. no shame. and I actually didn't care. I had no where else to go so I did go home. I tried thinking about all the things that could have been good about coming home but there was none.
I looked at my house. it was worn down the grass was so tall I couldn't see the front door. The mailbox was so full, I'm guessing that set another box out there, that was filled with more mail. From what I could see from here look like the all the neighbors moved out. Something was off the last time I was here we had a dog. I think his name was Buddy.
"Buuuddy? Come here Buddy. Come on." I opened my book bag and grabbed a bologna sandwich Anna gave me. "I got you favorite."731Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXYqp9stuoc
He wasn't coming so I stopped wasting time and walked onto the porch. I took a deep breath. Oh my gosh, what is that smell? I looked to the left. Is that...Buddy. I walked over to it. It was. The vomit came quick and fast. Before I could catch it vomit splashed all over the dog and my feet.
You don't have time for this, just go in pack your things and leave.
I opened the door. The house was a mess. Dishes was on the floor in the sink, cups were everywhere. The lights were off and dirty clothes was scattered all over the living room. The floor was wet and had patches of mildew on it. I looked at the bathroom the toilet looked like it hadn't been clean in a year and if finally realized why it was wet. The toilet overloaded a couple times and no on cleaned it up. It was used tissue and crap all over the floor.
"What are you doing in my house." She said. "Answer or I will blow your head clean off."
"I'm-I'm you daughter."
she put the gun down.
"Get out of my house! I have no daughter, she died years ago."
I wanted to scream mom it's me can't you see.
"I am you daughter, you treated me like crap, I guess you treat yourself and the house like it too!"
"Your worthless just like your father. I killed him and I'll Kill you too. You want to see him? Look under my bed."
"You're sick!" I spat.
"You can die, and I won't think twice about who you are."
she said it so calmly it hurt. It really did.
I slapped her. "I hate you! Maybe my dad Is glad he's dead"
she didn't speak and I knew why. I killed her.
tears poured down my face.
I held the shot gun to my face and pulled the trigger.
Blood splashed everywhere. Marcy fell back. dead. lonely and dead. Silence filled the room squeezing the memories shut.
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