Creative Writing
I go to sleep every evening thinking to myself that Today was a day like any other.
The alarm quickly shook as it loudly moved its path down to the edge of the window sill. ‘Not Now… Not Yet’ I thought to myself. It’s such a struggle to drag myself out of this comfort zone I have grown accustomed to in the last 8 hours. Whilst forcing myself out of this dream like state I sulked quietly to myself.
I didn’t want to wake up and face the reality of my life. It was so complicated, too complicated. I guess like every family the parents have their arguments. But the topic varies between couples. Well imagine a self opinionated woman who believes she is always right and that everybody is against her, fighting with a obsessive compulsive alcoholic male. The combination is irreplaceable. Both of my parents personalities are so far from one another. It’s hard to deal with sometimes. I get so frustrated just listening to the insane things that they cry out.
Eventually, like most adults, they got a divorce. However it was a decision that was only accepted by my father. Mum never wanted to leave him, she needed him, and that was the horrible truth. I on the other hand saw the whole ordeal as a new beginning for the both of them. A chance to start over and follow new and exciting paths through life. Dad found a new woman, whom he thought was a secret, but really, we all knew. But Mum on the other hand was distraught. She was in a heated and fierce battle between her emotions and her economic problems. At times I really doubted that she would have the strength to go on with her life.
After our county home was sold mum and dad split paths and went their separate ways. But mum didn’t want to leave. She was happy where she was before and didn’t want to proceed on her journey through life. She wanted to stay put. Me and Mum ended up moving into a small unit in the western suburbs, It wasn’t much compared to our last house, but now that dad left with all the furniture and got his own apartment we didn’t have a lot of things to make room for. From their divorce I learned that sometimes in life things don’t go the way we want it to and we have to experience things that we would rather not. Like having to go it alone.
Every now and then she would just break out and cry. It was hard to me to understand how she really felt. I hadn’t experience even half the things she had throughout her life. The ups and downs, the paths and decisions, the struggles and challenges, so many things I had yet to understand. She always talked about how alone she was. I thought she was crazy. I mean, in a world filled with so many people how can it even be possible to feel alone? Sometimes I would get so annoyed with mums complaining I would just tell her to ‘get over it’ or ‘learn to deal with it’. At the time my rage got the better of me and I eventually realised that I handled it the wrong way. Things in my life would be a lot different now, if I had just handled the situation differently.
Mum always said that dad, along with other men, were selfish pigs, and she always conversed about how he left her with nothing. It was hard for me sometimes because she made me feel as if I’d have to pick sides. She really despised dad for leaving her like he did and always made sure everyone knew it. Dad on the other hand also made me feel worse. He was always highly intoxicated every time I went to visit him and he would always ask ‘How has mum been?’. Yeah sure, doesn’t sound like a question filled with ridicule. When mum and dad were together he thought that she was mentally ill. He blamed her opinionated mood swings and her nagging requests on the ‘serious problem’ that he thought she had. So when he asked ‘how has mum been’, he really meant, ‘has mum been having any mental outbreaks lately?’. Neither of them was making the whole situation easier for me.
I guess that was one of my problems. I always thought that everything they done should have been benefiting me in some way. This whole ordeal has really opened my mind and taught me not to be so self-minded and to take into consideration the real things that matter. I guess you never really realise how important the decisions you make are until you look back on them.
One day I just got so sick of it all, I left my mum and went out. I couldn’t listen to her problems anymore! They just complicated my life even more, so that day I went for a walk to clear my head. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, however when I returned my life had changed forever. There is a horrendous stench in the air, and the rest of the confined unit was abnormally hushed. Why? I contemplated, I wonder why it is so silent? The lingering odour was unlike anything I’ve ever smelt before. It was grotesque combination of the Snappys cat food that belonged to the cat FiFi with the added aroma of something completely unrecognisable. I slid into the kitchenette area and my eye caught sight of a note. From my mum, as I presumed. It said ‘I’m Sorry Darling, I Love You. Goodbye’. I assumed that she must have gone to work, and that the ‘I’m sorry darling’ was for her constant complaining. The smell however was worse from in here.
I followed the awful scent until it led me to my mother bedroom door. It was shut. Maybe it was a scented candle. But she wouldn’t leave it alit if she was leaving to go to work. I tried to open the door but it was locked. ‘Maybe I wasn’t meant to know what the smell was’ I thought. I decided to wait until mum got home so I could ask her. Besides, it was her room and I should respect her privacy.
I waited up until 2:00am that night. But mother never came and while I waited, the smell grew much stronger. I couldn’t wait any longer. With the worried feeling that filled me and the anxiousness of where my mother was I finally grew the courage to kick down the door. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My mother was dead.
:burn:
I go to sleep every evening thinking to myself that Today was a day like any other.
The alarm quickly shook as it loudly moved its path down to the edge of the window sill. ‘Not Now… Not Yet’ I thought to myself. It’s such a struggle to drag myself out of this comfort zone I have grown accustomed to in the last 8 hours. Whilst forcing myself out of this dream like state I sulked quietly to myself.
I didn’t want to wake up and face the reality of my life. It was so complicated, too complicated. I guess like every family the parents have their arguments. But the topic varies between couples. Well imagine a self opinionated woman who believes she is always right and that everybody is against her, fighting with a obsessive compulsive alcoholic male. The combination is irreplaceable. Both of my parents personalities are so far from one another. It’s hard to deal with sometimes. I get so frustrated just listening to the insane things that they cry out.
Eventually, like most adults, they got a divorce. However it was a decision that was only accepted by my father. Mum never wanted to leave him, she needed him, and that was the horrible truth. I on the other hand saw the whole ordeal as a new beginning for the both of them. A chance to start over and follow new and exciting paths through life. Dad found a new woman, whom he thought was a secret, but really, we all knew. But Mum on the other hand was distraught. She was in a heated and fierce battle between her emotions and her economic problems. At times I really doubted that she would have the strength to go on with her life.
After our county home was sold mum and dad split paths and went their separate ways. But mum didn’t want to leave. She was happy where she was before and didn’t want to proceed on her journey through life. She wanted to stay put. Me and Mum ended up moving into a small unit in the western suburbs, It wasn’t much compared to our last house, but now that dad left with all the furniture and got his own apartment we didn’t have a lot of things to make room for. From their divorce I learned that sometimes in life things don’t go the way we want it to and we have to experience things that we would rather not. Like having to go it alone.
Every now and then she would just break out and cry. It was hard to me to understand how she really felt. I hadn’t experience even half the things she had throughout her life. The ups and downs, the paths and decisions, the struggles and challenges, so many things I had yet to understand. She always talked about how alone she was. I thought she was crazy. I mean, in a world filled with so many people how can it even be possible to feel alone? Sometimes I would get so annoyed with mums complaining I would just tell her to ‘get over it’ or ‘learn to deal with it’. At the time my rage got the better of me and I eventually realised that I handled it the wrong way. Things in my life would be a lot different now, if I had just handled the situation differently.
Mum always said that dad, along with other men, were selfish pigs, and she always conversed about how he left her with nothing. It was hard for me sometimes because she made me feel as if I’d have to pick sides. She really despised dad for leaving her like he did and always made sure everyone knew it. Dad on the other hand also made me feel worse. He was always highly intoxicated every time I went to visit him and he would always ask ‘How has mum been?’. Yeah sure, doesn’t sound like a question filled with ridicule. When mum and dad were together he thought that she was mentally ill. He blamed her opinionated mood swings and her nagging requests on the ‘serious problem’ that he thought she had. So when he asked ‘how has mum been’, he really meant, ‘has mum been having any mental outbreaks lately?’. Neither of them was making the whole situation easier for me.
I guess that was one of my problems. I always thought that everything they done should have been benefiting me in some way. This whole ordeal has really opened my mind and taught me not to be so self-minded and to take into consideration the real things that matter. I guess you never really realise how important the decisions you make are until you look back on them.
One day I just got so sick of it all, I left my mum and went out. I couldn’t listen to her problems anymore! They just complicated my life even more, so that day I went for a walk to clear my head. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, however when I returned my life had changed forever. There is a horrendous stench in the air, and the rest of the confined unit was abnormally hushed. Why? I contemplated, I wonder why it is so silent? The lingering odour was unlike anything I’ve ever smelt before. It was grotesque combination of the Snappys cat food that belonged to the cat FiFi with the added aroma of something completely unrecognisable. I slid into the kitchenette area and my eye caught sight of a note. From my mum, as I presumed. It said ‘I’m Sorry Darling, I Love You. Goodbye’. I assumed that she must have gone to work, and that the ‘I’m sorry darling’ was for her constant complaining. The smell however was worse from in here.
I followed the awful scent until it led me to my mother bedroom door. It was shut. Maybe it was a scented candle. But she wouldn’t leave it alit if she was leaving to go to work. I tried to open the door but it was locked. ‘Maybe I wasn’t meant to know what the smell was’ I thought. I decided to wait until mum got home so I could ask her. Besides, it was her room and I should respect her privacy.
I waited up until 2:00am that night. But mother never came and while I waited, the smell grew much stronger. I couldn’t wait any longer. With the worried feeling that filled me and the anxiousness of where my mother was I finally grew the courage to kick down the door. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My mother was dead.
:burn:
