1. Grass

1.

Grass is green, air clean, pristine.

I’m dancing, spinning, leaping, and laughing.

I roll and giggle.

I stop I sigh.

There’s something by my side.

The clouds come in.

I reach to touch and it feels so cold.

The thick black plastic body bag has its zipper undone.

I look inside to see.

What have I done?

My sister lies lifeless and frozen.

It's my fault.

“Andy, wake up! Breakfast!”

I shoot up and realize I’m in my bed at home.

Not in a beautiful field of nightmares.

Today is school. I’m not going to bother to change.

“I’m up!” I say, hopefully loud enough.

I grab my backpack that held a 79 cent notebook, and a few pencils.

Black shirt, socks, hoodie, pants, shoes, hair, and circles under my eyes. 

I haven’t been sleeping well. It’s this room they moved me in. I feel her, and sometimes I see her. My sister has been dead almost a year. She hung herself in the closet of this room. My parents thought it wouldn't be too bad to stay. Honestly, it's been pretty damaging  staying in this room and this house.

On my way down, I hear some dishes break memories from a past time flood through me. I run down the stairs,hoping that my mom's okay. 

Last month she tried to end her life. Broken dishes, blood and bubbles. I had to wrap up her numerous cuts. They were deep and in the wrong places. She did it on Christmas day. Not much to celebrate. The birth of a god who's never been there for me. Praise Jesus.

I made it down, “Ma, you okay?”

“Yes honey, just a little mistake.”

I love her so much, but why does it hurt so much?

Breakfast is onions and eggs. I despise onions. The look, the smell and feel when I chew. 

She knows this, but does she remember? Is she here today?

I try and take it in, but I’m gagging, my eyes are watering, I just can’t.

I shuffle the contents around and step away, grab my backpack,

“Bye Ma, have a nice day.”

“Bye-bye sweetie..” she says empty and quietly, standing at the sink staring opposite of me. My mother is absent today, a shell of her is standing there and I feel so sorry for her.

It’s 6:30, I guess I’ll start walking.

Author's Note

Keep it light & friendly please. :)

Reviews

[Kaylee Mae]

:) I like this so far I'm going to keep reading.

[Judy]

This is very well written. Your character has a well formed personality. You can feel his sadness. I'm not sure what kind of book you're writing, but it seems short for a full chapter. Maybe you could add more before ending the chapter.

[Djourrisse Appleby]

Cool one! I like it that you make the chapter short but has the story in it already :)