Nothing.

A Story by gabiaimee

That's all I am. Disclaimer: this is just from first person POV, this is not me (don't worry)

Mom came home late last night, and Dad came home even later. I hadn’t spoken in three days.

As my brothers launched at the takeout bag she tossed on the counter, Mom dragged herself into the baby’s room and hid for a while. Nothing.

When Dad got home he dropped his briefcase by the door and pulled the whiskey bottle from under the sink. I found him snoring on the couch in front of a late night talk show. Nothing.

Four days. I’ve sat here for four days, invisible and silent. I’m still waiting, but you never came. All I see is red as I picture you with her, holding her tiny waist as you ignore yet another phone call. Nothing.

Another week of the same routine: takeout, the baby, the whiskey. I hadn’t moved. I hadn’t cried. Nothing.

Just because you don’t look for me doesn’t mean I’m not here. Just because you won’t listen doesn’t mean I won’t speak. Ten days. Nothing.

It’s hard to sit up on my own now. I’m getting tired of waiting. Everyone has been home every night. Late, but home. They even glance at me as they sneak by. Fifteen days. Nothing.

My body is broken. I hadn’t moved in twenty days. I hadn’t spoken in twenty days, until my mother found me standing on a chair with a belt in my hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

© 2015 gabiaimee

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Coyote Poetry

A interesting tale. I wanted to read and know more.
"It’s hard to sit up on my own now. I’m getting tired of waiting. Everyone has been home every night. Late, but home. They even glance at me as they sneak by. Fifteen days. Nothing."
The above lines are true. We must face our problems. I like the honest tone leading to the strong ending. Thank you for sharing the powerful story.
Coyote