I tried to get away.
I’ve never wanted to be so alone.
“I saw Molly today,” Chris taunted; his tone like a viper to my core, “she was hot. Those boobs; dude! she has a body that won’t quit.”
Shut up, Chris!
“His face moved!” Mom’s voice held hope.
“it did?” chris seemed uncaring, unbelieving; my brother, “i didn’t see it. Go back to your cosmo, mom.”
“I saw it move. Keep talking to him, Chris,” Mom said, “He seems to like it. You have that calming effect on him; oh.. my child,” i saw the memory of my mother’s pouting lips as her nicotine stained finger touched my cheek.
“Molly is waiting for me, mom!” Chris said.
FOR YOU !? Why? What??! Questions. No answers. Why won’t they listen to me!
“Ok honey!” mom kissed my brother; how she could not see the evil in him….
“Aunt Rachel is coming for a visit.”
She smells like a funeral home! Sickly sweet, like death with too many flowers! I shouted. No one ever took heed of my rantings.
I was, after all, mute here within the depths of my mind!