We all have pain

Stop it.....

"Hazel! Give me that right now!" I shook my head. Smack! The bottle left my hand. My mother picked it up and pulled the cap off. She took a drink and went to the living room where she took a long drag from whatever she was smoking. I could never tell these days.

"I'm hungry!" She called. My face was burning. I pulled out a pickle. I shoved it in my mouth and made a sandwich. I handed her the sandwich only to have it thrown at me. I ducked just in time. My mother snatched the pickles from my mouth and swallowed it down. I sighed as she closed her eyes. She was done for tonight. I looked at the clock. 5:45. I had school.

Tears welled in my eyes but I held them back. "Hazel." I turned to find my mother. "I'm sorry. You don't have to go today." She said solemnly. She always does this. I know what's coming next. "I'll try to stop." She always says this. I let her kiss my forehead. I went into the kitchen to see the pots and pans she had thrown at me while trying to get to her wine.

I picked them up. Shattered glass and wine littered the kitchen. I always do this. I expect her to keep her word and try to stop. I try to stop her and she hits me. When she apologizes we start all over.

I swept up the broken shards of glass and pulled out the mop. I wet it and began to scrub the floor. It started out white but so much wine has been spilled it looks red or purple. I wipe the counter.

I enter the living room to find my mom passed out on the couch. I cover her in a light blanket and pick up the sandwich. I look down as the sandwich tickled my wrists.

I gasp and rush to my room and pull on my hoodie to hide my arms. I quickly throw away the sandwich. I had just layed down when the door opens. Hades. I sat up and snuck into the hall.My mother stands to hug the man and he hands her something. Probably something for her to smoke. I gasp when he hands her a clear bottle. When did that happen?

I back down the hallway and push myself back into the closet. He can't know I'm here. He'll do things. I hope my mother won't tip him off. The door soon opens and closes again.

"Hazel?" My mother's voice is drowsy. She's been drinking already. I step out of the closet. She stands there. Bottle in hand. "I'm hungry." I gulp and rush past her. I give her three pickles and lay down for a nap but loud banging on the door made me bolt upright.

The police. I grab my mother, who protested, and shoved her in the closet. I opened the door. I didn't find the cops waiting for me. I found someone unexpected. I looked up to find a man with four men. Each was holding a gun. I back away and tried to close the door but a foot shot out to stop it.

A/N: Hi! deaths_daughter333 here. I hope you like it. Don't forget to comment and vote. Thank you Eagle_boy for writing this with me. Or the other way around. Either way thanks. What are we gonna call you guys?
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