There's so much going on, too much going on and It's only a matter of time before I explode. Trying to take my mind off of my thoughts I head downstairs to make something to eat. It feels like the last time I ate was years ago. There's dad sitting at the table drinking something in a mug. I'm almost 100 percent sure its not coffee or tea or anything normal for that matter. Once when I was 5, when our family first started to fall apart. I came in from playing with my neighborhood friend. We had just got done racing ( I won) and I was super thirsty and wanted to drink the first liquid that I saw. Da had his favorite mug on the kitchen table, me assuming it was punch or hopefully water I took the biggest drink. Turns out...it was Vodka. Mom flipped out and me... well I was out of it for a few hours. Not gonna lie that was the best I had ever felt. I walk over to the fridge and grab a yogurt that has more than likely been in there for a while but at this point I don't care what goes into my body. I can feel dad watching my every move as he sips his mystery drink.
''Dad if you have something to say just say it'' i say sharply.
''I can't look at my son?'' he says with a slight grin on his unshaved face.
I don't respond to his sarcastic remark, instead i shake my head to avoid any other conversation.
''Hey. I haven't seen daisy around here in awhile. You guys ok? He says as he walks over to the sink to rinse out his mug. I hadn't thought about daisy in that moment but now i was and i couldn't stop no matter how hard i tried.
''I'll be in my room'' i say, not responding to his question to avoid the tears from falling down my face. Before i head back up stairs, i put my yogurt back. The thought about Daisy leaving me constantly rplaying in my head killed my appetite. I'm going to be trapped with this pain for forever.