Mommy, I’m scared.

((Written from a writing prompt I found today))

I don’t even know how I ended up here, but I’m scared for the first time in my life. The last thing I remember was sitting on the edge of the bed with the bottle in my hand. Sure, it had been a tough day, but what would it hurt to take a couple of extra sleeping pills. At least if I were sleeping, the pain would be silent for a few hours.

“Hey, it’s so cold in here,” I called out, but all those people ignored my cries. Why the hell is it so cold here? I never keep my apartment like this. “Can you turn up the heat?” I added. In and out, strangers move through my tiny home, but no one is talking to me. All of them taking a minute to look at me with blank eyes, but none of them say a thing. I feel as though I am invisible, but I’m not.

“Hey, can someone get the door?” I scream. Whoever is there has banged so hard I know I am going to have to replace the wood. Screams are suddenly echoing through space. Wait, I know that voice. “Mom, hey mom, I’m in here. It’s cold. Can you make them turn the heat up?” Why are those people holding my mother up? “Mom, what’s wrong? Hey, someone, please help my mom. She’s crying,” I scream. Why is she just looking at me like that? I try to sit up, to move my arms, nothing. I can’t move. Why can’t I hug my mother anymore?

“Why did she do it? Is there a note?” the mother asks.

“Nothing, but it doesn’t look intentional,” responded the male.

“Hey, what did I do? Mom, talk to me. What did I do?” I beg. Something’s wrong, but no one will tell me what the hell happened to me. Am I paralyzed? I can’t move, and god, it’s getting colder in here.

“Ma’am, would you like to step out while to take her out?” asked the male.

Sobbing, my mother walked out without even telling me goodbye. Not the usual kiss to the head or the “I love you more.” What the fuck was going on here?

“Zip her up,” another male said.

Suddenly the room went dark. All I remember was the sound of a zipper closing and being placed on something hard. What happened to my mother? Why did she leave me alone in the dark?

“Mommy, please, I’m scared. I wanna come home!”

5 thoughts on “Mommy, I’m scared.

      1. It felt like something that came from deep inside. It’s good to cry and face these things. Un zip that bag and breathe xox

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