My mother and father were never the happiest couple. My mother works down at a strip club due to my parents not having a full education and in need of money. My father stays home all day drinking and watching tv. Each night my mother comes home with a bit of food for us to eat for the next day, and alcohol for my father. Once in a great while my mom will have a bit extra cash that she gives to me once all the bills are paid. But the next day while my mother is away my dad will take it from me and go out to a poker game for a bit to “win big”. When he isn’t watching tv or gambling he is yelling and beating me up. Usually because there was a mess that was left by him the previous night when I was sleeping and didn’t clean it up because I was well.. either sleeping or at school. If he isn’t yelling at me about that he tells me about how much of I disgrace I am to him. How I should be more like my older sister who’s already left the house living with her boyfriend who knows where. She was always their pride and joy. She never got good grades, helped around the house, or really did anything good with her life. But yet in their eyes she did everything the exact opposite. Despite how everything is this night.. my father seems unusually drunk and upset. I’m not sure why. My mother isn’t home yet, either. I ask him where she is but he said she out working. She was done working 2 hours ago. She should be back by now. About an hour later I hear someone coming through the door. It’s my mother. But she is upset and here with another man. She grabs some of her things. I come rushing to her side asking what she is doing. She tells me she is leaving my father and my house. She gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves while my dad yells at her trying to stop her. But its too late. She’s gone. My father faces me. Starts yelling at me it’s all my fault. I should’ve been a better daughter. Should’ve tried harder. Should’ve done better like he tells me to be. He takes out his belt and starts beating me. She beats me until I pass out. When I awaken he says he has a bath waiting for me to wipe off the blood so I can go to school the next day clean. I do as he says forgetting the previous events. When I am in the water the memories flood back in. This can’t be happening. I don’t want another night like this. Now that my mother is gone there isn’t a moment of peace. I get out of the water and steal some of my father’s medicine. I swallow everything I can and get back into the bath. I put my head under the water and scream. That’s the last memory I have. Screaming under the water. But now I am somewhere better. In the after life. My mother is here. My real mother. The rest was all an illusion of my mind. My father drugged me before he had beaten like the night of my death. And before I woke up whispered “things” that “happened” previously. Once in a while he would slip me money so he could demand it back so the visions where more real. But that night when I died I was drugged.. but it wore off when he started to beat me. But thank god I am home now. With my mother. At rest.