The blinding light hits my eyes with such force that I move my hand up to my face and try to shield myself. "Christ, this is terrible." Says Echo. I just nod in agreement, mornings like this are always terrible.
"Gettup, you whore." Joe, my step father exclaims while putting away the flashlight he was shining in my face. I rub my eyes and start to step off the bed, quickly realizing that that my shoes weren't there. I look around my tidy room, I can't spot my shoes anywhere. I get dressed anyway and walk down the hall to the kitchen barefoot. Slowly and carefully moving the empty beer bottles out of the way and getting the eggs to start breakfast. Bobby comes in, demands bacon and not eggs. "That asshole, I wonder what would happen if you let him make his own meal?" I shush Echo even though she makes a point. Most of the time she does make a point or a good argument but it's just better to tell her to be quiet then actually let her rage on. It's just for the good of everyones sanity. I clear the table, set the plates and leave the eggs on the stove while I go back into my bed room and dig under my bed.
"No..not this again Neve." Whispers Echo. Once again I shush her and grab my bottle of pills. I take more than two this time and immediately feel better. More relaxed, in control.
"These little pills make everything easier," I tell Echo, trying to make the drugs seem more innocent then they actually are. "They make me feel happier, and isn't that what we want?" She shakes her head at me, she gets easily disappointed with me on some things. I just sigh and make my way through the house, weaving through some beer bottles and old smelly furniture until I find my shoes. I'm tying the laces to my old converse high tops when suddenly a shadow towers over me. I look up to see my mother, in her old AC-DC shirt, her ragged old jeans, her hair a mess and a cigarette drooping from her mouth. Her unsatisfied stare and sharp eyes glance over me in distaste. She crosses her arms and Echo reacts like on cue. Possibly because she's seen this stance so many times before, she calls it the "something wicked this way comes" stance. And it truly is that sort of stance. She once again looks down on me and ashes drop from her cigarette onto my head, she grins a yellow stained tooth grin.
"Neve, Joey says you need to move out."
"Gettup, you whore." Joe, my step father exclaims while putting away the flashlight he was shining in my face. I rub my eyes and start to step off the bed, quickly realizing that that my shoes weren't there. I look around my tidy room, I can't spot my shoes anywhere. I get dressed anyway and walk down the hall to the kitchen barefoot. Slowly and carefully moving the empty beer bottles out of the way and getting the eggs to start breakfast. Bobby comes in, demands bacon and not eggs. "That asshole, I wonder what would happen if you let him make his own meal?" I shush Echo even though she makes a point. Most of the time she does make a point or a good argument but it's just better to tell her to be quiet then actually let her rage on. It's just for the good of everyones sanity. I clear the table, set the plates and leave the eggs on the stove while I go back into my bed room and dig under my bed.
"No..not this again Neve." Whispers Echo. Once again I shush her and grab my bottle of pills. I take more than two this time and immediately feel better. More relaxed, in control.
"These little pills make everything easier," I tell Echo, trying to make the drugs seem more innocent then they actually are. "They make me feel happier, and isn't that what we want?" She shakes her head at me, she gets easily disappointed with me on some things. I just sigh and make my way through the house, weaving through some beer bottles and old smelly furniture until I find my shoes. I'm tying the laces to my old converse high tops when suddenly a shadow towers over me. I look up to see my mother, in her old AC-DC shirt, her ragged old jeans, her hair a mess and a cigarette drooping from her mouth. Her unsatisfied stare and sharp eyes glance over me in distaste. She crosses her arms and Echo reacts like on cue. Possibly because she's seen this stance so many times before, she calls it the "something wicked this way comes" stance. And it truly is that sort of stance. She once again looks down on me and ashes drop from her cigarette onto my head, she grins a yellow stained tooth grin.
"Neve, Joey says you need to move out."
