Who Cares For Gummy Bears?

Who Cares For Gummy Bears?

Chapter 1. She Had Left Me Again.

Usually waking up consists of me slamming a annoyingly loud beeping alarm clock on to the ground and yawning like there's no tomorrow. But today's different, there is no alarm clock beeping at me. There's sunlight drifting through my curtains. There's silence around the whole apartment. Why hadn't my alarm gone off? Had mum forgotten to pay the electric bill again? She had already forgotten several times. Pulling back the covers of my bed, and slipping my feet into my warm and fuzzy slippers. I walked to the window, pulling back the curtain to reveal a sunny but cold day. I could tell it was cold because my skylight window was open. I always had my skylight open, I couldn't sleep with it closed. Apart from if it was raining or when it was winter.

The door to my room was closed, the way I liked it to be. I should go tell my mum that the alarm didn't go off. She'll be late for work otherwise. I always get up before her in the morning, and I wake her up just before I leave for school. My mum and I didn't really have much of a relationship. I was more like her parent more than she was mine.

Growing up with my mum was pretty hard. Watching her drink, be used by guys and crying for weeks afterwards. I was the one trying to get her back to reality away from all the problems, but it never really worked. Yes she didn't drink any more, well only on occasion; but that was only because she realised she could lose me. And the money she gets for keeping me. Back then she didn't have a job, so what money she did get for me, she was using to pay rent and bills. But now she had a secure job being a waitress in one of the cities best restraunts. Yet sometime she did still slip into old habits, like forgetting to pay rent or bills but I was always there to remind her.

She even had a boyfriend now. Rick was a roadie, he was a good guy who just liked to travel. So he travelled around with bands, getting paid to set up the gigs. He was also a bodyguard for the bands as well. He wasn't home for more than a few weeks between tours, but he made my mum happy. Sometimes she went with him, and other times she didn't. They lived in a separate world to me. They had always been happy on the road together, but I didn't really fit in to that lifestyle. That's why we had the apartment, between tours Rick lived here and I didn't go with them so I had spent a lot of time here alone. And mum was here when she wasn't with Rick or working. The whole apartment was split into two different universes.

I pushed the cold handle of my door down, making my hand cold. Every time I open and close my door, it creaks; as if it were old, I guess it is really. The apartment isn't very big, its the attic of an old warehouse building. There are three bedrooms, one of which was our storage room, a kitchen, bathroom and living room. The kitchen and living room were open plan, the bathroom was placed between my bedroom and my mum and Ricks room. All I had to do was walk across the small corridor to her room, barley five footsteps apart. Her door was also closed, meaning she was still asleep. I open the door quietly, the room is dark. The curtains are closed, I go and open them letting light flood in. Turning back around to a now light filled room. Yet an empty bed. Empty? Where was mum? Why wasn't she in bed still?

Unless she had woken up early and realised she had not paid the electric bill and already gone into town? Though surely she would of woken me up? I noticed then, whilst looking around the room that her wardrobe door was slightly open. I go over to investigate, finding nothing but a few smart dresses and her work clothes. She had taken all her clothes? I look around the room again, now noticing her things were missing, things like jewellery, deodorants and perfumes. Rushing out of the room and into the living area, she wasn't there, neither was any sign of her things. On the tiny kitchen table, lay an envelope. Rushing over I take the envelope in my hands, my name scrawled across it in her messy handwriting.