Monster

My mother's drinking again.

It was around 10:17 on a wednesdsy night when realization dawned on me that the monster was back. She waltzed right into my home as if she were meant to be here, as if she hadn't already done enough damage the last forty times she paid an interrupted visit.
She knew she wasn't welcome here, but my does she have a way with her words, she practically oozed a sense of confident charisma you couldn't deny.
I hated the monster with every fiber of my being and I made it very clear to her that she was unwanted, but she paid no mind to me or my feelings.
She is selfish.
She made hatred swim in my veins-
And pain swell in my heart.
I was taught from an early age that when the monster would come out to play, that I should run as far away as possible; which was the best advice a father could give to a little girl I suppose.
She ruined my childhood.
She makes my father say things he will regret when morning would come.
She has time and time again tore my family apart and left us just in time to pick up the shattered fragments of glass.
She has made me lose countless hours of sleep, she interrupts my memories and she plants herself in my life as if she were family.
And this time she will do all but the same.
It was around 10:16 when my mother came stumbling down the stairs incoherenty lost in her drunken stupor.
I thought just two things to myself:
The monster was back.
And I was done running.