No more Encounters

Chapter 1 The awakening

My eyes are closed. But I can't sleep. As I'm laying on this rug floor. The breath of my two friends laying there with me. My mother walks into the living room. I open my eyes, looking to see what she's doing. She opens the wallet and tries to put money in it, she then out of the blue goes, "What the hell?!" And closes the wallet and goes back into the office. My father walks up the stairs, and walks into the kitchen. My mother then follows. Telling him, "I went to go put a $20 into your wallet right? Cause you know the kids are young they might try to take it, and when I opened it, I seen $200 bucks in there! Why would you need a $20 if you already have $200 in there?" My father replied, "I-I don't know, I was holding it for a friend." "For a friend?!" My mother raises her voice back. An argument starts in the kitchen, breaking me to tears, but I stay quiet. After 5 minutes of talking about the subject, she sees some toast that I made. She says, "Who's toast is this? Is this yours?!" I replied, "I made it!" She gasps saying, "Joseph!" It went quiet for a few seconds, as I feel my throat get sore from trying to hold in my sobs. My mother says, "This was the last straw! I'm done! We're done!" And walks away. My father stays silent, processing what had just happened. I start to grab my blanket, squeezing it so I don't start to cry out loud. My father then gets ready for work, then drives off. As I squeeze my pillow and cry and sob, trying to control my oxygen, as it feels my throat is swelling and burning I cry, curl into a ball and drift off to sleep.