Facing Away (Broken Streetfighter)

Chapter Thirty Five

Amy's POV

Bathroom

Enter

Wake-up

Blood

Pale

Floor

Screaming

Suicide

Abuse

Fight

Fighting

Be the mother

I could never be

Gangs

Murder

Death

I gasp awake. It was too good to be true, I always get nightmares this time of year, it's not any different this year.

Rubbing my eyes, I check my phone. 4: 27 a.m.

I groan. There is no way I'm falling asleep now.

I stare at the ceiling above me. The words on the letter bouncing around my head.

Be the mother I could never be.

I know now, that she didn't write that, that she never killed herself, but still, I follow those directions.

I hear a noise coming from the bathroom. I glance at my closed bedroom door. I'm probably just imagining it.

I yawn and decide to get up. There's no use staying in bed if I'm not going to do anything it was made for.

I put on a long sleeved thin shirt and long leggings.

Friday can't come any sooner. Today's Wednesday and the week just doesn't want to speed up.

Putting on my boots and a jacket I sneak downstairs and out the door. My father isn't home yet, out doing gang business.

I breathe in the fresh cold air. My breathe comes out in little clouds.

I walk around without a destination in mind. January is the worst month of the year. My family goes from happy holidays to one full of grieving.