Working For Nothing

money in my pocket

I work up in cuts and bruises my mother by my bed side crying her eyes out as if somebody had faded and turned lifeless in front of her. I could see her looking down at her Palm and what I could see from my blood dripping bed was that she was holding what look like 4 pennies of an average size. I tried to roll over to tell her to stop looking at them but at me because I was a real thing a part of her family and money is just money .I tried to turn over to say to her that I was still her lying on this bed of blood but hope and bravery but as a did so a pain began to flow from my left hand up to my arm and I let out a scream of agonising pain. My mother looked up at me as if I was not invisible any more and leaned over to me and said in a calm but tearful voice your are home and you are brave for what you did for are family and as those words came out of her mouth she got up and walked over to a shadowy figure and said do what you have to do to spare her life and that is where my story began.