So it had finally happened. How long had I expected her to finally leave us? 2 years? 4 years? Ever since father died. To be completely honesty, I was glad she was finally gone. No more would I have to listen to her pitiful crying or see the look in her eyes that still haunt me to this day. It was all gone.

I was 14 years old when my mother left my younger sister, Amara, and I. We lived in a small, pathetic cabin (perhaps the most pathetic cabin ever built) located at the top of our small mountain. Home is what we were supposed to call it. Home? Hell no. More like a cage that holds in t he small cub and must listen to the lion. But then it all changed. I was the new lion and I now watched and looked over the small cub. Not as if I hadn’t before.

While my weak mother mourned over the death of my dead father. I was the one that had to watch over Amara. Act as though I was the mother. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about. Making sure we had enough wood to survive the cold winter coming up ahead, cleaning the cabin and keeping out the deadly bugs, and hunting for food.

My mother had always been weak. Both times giving birth she had almost died. I wish she had, then she wouldn’t have had to go through so much pain in misery. But her life ended on the first Tuesday in October of my fourteenth year of living.
I had been awoken by the loud bang of my father’s shot gun. I didn’t even need to give it a second thought about it.

“She’s dead.” I whispered quietly. I rose from my bed and wiped my eyes to awake them.

“What was that noise Juana?” A small voice asked.

“It’s nothing Amara. You were dreaming.” I answered her stupid question very harshly.

“I was not dreaming. I heard a bang. Now what is it?”, She rose from her bed and spoke to me in a firm stubborn voice.

My first reaction was to smack her across the face for giving me such a vile tongue. But I held my temper and only snapped at her, “You will trust and respect me. Now go back to your slumber before I give you a slashing!”

The conversation ended there. Her face smudged up and it looked as though she would comment back at me but thought better, and laid back down to sleep. I also laid back down for a couple minutes resting my tired eyes. Only about 4 minutes passed and I quietly crept from my bed and walked outside of the cabin. I had expected the worse and it was just as I thought. There my mother laid on the cold ground. I walked over to her dead body barefoot letting the sticks lying on the ground pierce my feet and cut them.

I took a glance at my mother. No tears came to my eyes. No pain hit my heart. She got just what she deserved. And of course, being the bitch she was, she left me with the job of having to bury her and explain to my sister what had happened.

I causally walked to the side of our cabin and grabbed the sled. The weight of the sled was heavy but I managed. I brought the sled back to where my dead mother was and carelessly through her body on the sled.

I didn’t look for a special place to bury her, I didn’t pray for her soul to go to heaven, and I ESPECIALLY DIDN’T CRY. I tossed her body off the side of the small mountain. I didn’t care if someone found her or not. I don’t think anyone even knew we lived up here. On this small pathetic hell.

“Where is mother?” Amara asked as I walked into the door.

“She’s dead Amara. She killed herself, and frankly I’m glad.”, I answered casually as though it was the easiest question in the world.

The color in my sister’s face drained to white, “D..dead???”

I grew angry at her shock. She had known how crazy mother was! She knew that of course she would kill herself, “Are you that stupid Amara! Your eight years old dammit! You need to wake up from the dreams and face the reality! Yes Amara! Our mother is dead! Along with father! We are now alone! Get used to it!”

I could see the tears welling in her eyes. She turned away so I wouldn’t see them but she was too late. I grabbed her by her arm and smacked her face, “Don’t you dare cry! Your not sorry she died! You just sad because now you must work even harder then before!”

I let her go and reached for the door, “I am going out to get some wood. Stay here and start a fire with the rest of the wood that is left.” And with that I opened the door and walked out of the cabin.

I was cold and heartless. You had to be to survive.

+End of chapter+

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