Melissa+T's+short+story

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I’m surprised out neighbors didn’t call the cops on us. The yelling kept getting louder, the cursing got stronger and my drinking habit got more worse. Mom got mad about me and Wesley again. I couldn’t take what she was saying any more. Each word felt as if she kept striking a knife in me….. Last night I had one of those dreams again, The one with the bloody knife in my hand, I was standing next to a dead body. I didn’t know who it belonged to. My alarm went off, I then jumped out of bed and began to get ready for school. My body felt akward and my mind was blank. I couldn’t remember anything that happened last night…besides my dream. I walked down stairs and hears crying, When I got to the end of the stair, I turned and looked to my left. There was my mom hanging fm the ceiling. Blood was leaking out of her. I didn’t feel any emotion. In fact, I didn’t even know what to feel. “Andrea”, my dad called. “ The ambulance are on their way” he hugged me and told me everything was going to be ok. I looked at him with no expression. Did she do this because of me? The question was stuck in my head. This felt so weird to me. I went back upstairs and got my hidden bottle of Bacardi. Half of it was missing. I stared at it for a minute because I did not remember drinking any. I shook off the thought and slipped the bottle into my bag and went downstairs. My dad waited at the bottom. “Maybe you should just g to school. We’ll talk about this when you get home” dad suggested. I agreed with his decision and started my way out the door