Chapter Five368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLey84qBPLo
Silence.
That was all I could hear on the other line of the phone.
Not even the soft sounds of her breathing quietly.
Just silence.
The beginnings of worry began to set in and I found myself panicking slightly, as different scenarios with the same exact outcome played around inside my head.
I was going to end up in a hospital for the mentally insane.
"Gracie.." I whispered softly into the phone, voice unsure. "You still there?"
Rustling comes from the other end of the phone. "Hmm.. oh yes, sorry I just blanked out for a moment, Lottey you sure it wasn't just the pills, I mean, I heard those things do crazy stuff with your mind."
I blinked and was silent for a moment, my mind emptying it's thoughts as I stared blankly at the wall.
Are you sure it wasn't just the pills?
I cant believe I hadn't thought of that.
"Yeah." I reply distracted. "Just the pills."
"Cool, anyways I'm sure you'll be just fine sweetheart. Up and ready for school-when did you say you were coming back again, tomorrow?"
"Yes." Was my only reply.
"Awesome." She says. "See you then, love you bye." The call ends before I can even reply back.
"See you then." I whisper anyways.
Eyes wide, I drop the phone on the bed and blow out a relieved breath, running a hand through my hair.
I thought over the previous events-the old woman, the magic, glowing eyes, blue dust-had all of that really just been a side effect from the antibiotics?
Jumping off my bed, I work my way over to the body long mirror on the side of my wall and stare at myself in disgust.
I hadn't taken a shower in two days.
My fiery red hair hung around my pale face in oily dark clumps.
Round mud brown eyes stared at themself in the mirror in horror not believing the sight before them.
Sweat coated almost every lick of my face and I watched it glisten in the room light. The only thing that redirected my attention from the bags under my eyes was the scar that went down my chest. It was an ugly thing and started from where my heart beat in my chest down to outie of my belly button. Staring at it now, it looked sort of like a leafless tree with two many braches. Ugly.
But even though my outward appearance was looking to be somewhat concerning, I could still only muster up one thought.
'I look nothing like Marci.'
My deadbeat mother who was more beautiful than she deserved to be.
While, I was horizontally challenged with chubby cheeks and a baby face, my mother was tall and willowy, her face heavenly with her sharp angular bone structure and high cheek bones.
The only resemblance between us being the fiery red hair we bothed shared, hers better accented by the way her light green eyes always seemed to sparkle in the light or dark as there were no limits to the vile woman's beauty.
Though as much as I tried to, I couldn't hate her, I could never hate her, after all she was still my mother, adoptive or not.
I could still remember the time when my mother actually used to love me. When goodnight kisses weren't questionable and birthday cakes were guaranteed.
I remember the way she used to sing me to sleep, her lovely voice so full of love and care as she ran her fingers gently through my hair, eyes shining gleefully. I never actually knew what drove her to start drinking. I just remembered coming home one day from school and watching her drink a bottle, which quickly turned into two, four. I had been dripping wet with rain, my genetic Kmart shoes soaked and backpack with everything in it. She had forgotten to pick me up from school that night so I walked in the rain.
Her neglective treatment only escalated from there.
Word got around of Marci's drinking after my eleventh birthday party.
I hadn't noticed anything different about her then at that age, but now thinking back at the party, I saw my mother with a glass bottle in her hand, she tipped it back in her mouth frequently and was quick to have another whenever one ran out, the other moms giving her dirty looks, some filled with disgust, others filled with jealousy and longing.
She had stumbled all around and threw herself on one of the dad's whenever she fell, pressing herself against him tightly.
I remember thinking she was sick, so I thought nothing of it when all the parents grabbed their kids and left, obviously worried about their kids health right?
Since then Marci became a distant, neglecting alcoholic, with no explanation as to why, though she never failed to have at least one bottle of beer down her throat everyday.
And me?
Well after that party everyone else avoided me too, I was known as 'the drunk lady's kid,' everyone assuming I would grow up to be just like her.
That was when I really understood that I was on my own.
Even now as I was possibly going crazy.
"It was just the pills." I remind myself quietly.
And though I tried hard to shove it far down in the back of my mind, a small twinge of doubt works it's way up.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeryJEyniPq
