Chapter 2 (section a)-

I would never understand what 'truly' happened to my parents, but I knew that it wasn’t what it seemed... but being the child that I was and having the... "Issues" I did, my mind blew off the thoughts of my parents in about a year’s time.

Nothing interesting happened to me after that... for... well... a years time...

"Alicia" Grandma cooed, from behind her bedroom door.

"Coming Granny" I chimed, hiding my disgust. I opened the door and held my breath.

Ever since my family’s deaths, my grandma went into a sort of depression. Which then led onto a sort of sickness... she wouldn’t tell me what it was, she just told me that she had it before my parents death and it only now was showing up. Which sucked for me, because my grandma was getting too old to bathe herself, and to excrete her... waste... by herself. And so the only person that "loved her”, (me), had to do all her shit (no pun intended) for her.
Her room smelled of old lady, with a mix of human waste (not too wonderful smelling).

“Yes Grammy?” I asked, walking over to her bedside and holding her shaking hand.

“I need water sweet heart” she said, through a raspy, age worn, voice.

I nodded vigorously and walked over to the water fountain.

Filling up a cup with water, I noticed something in the open pill cabinet… a lot of pills! I read the labels quickly, because I had learned how to see the first few letters of a word and understand the whole word.

Oxycodone, Morphine, Pacil, Hydrocodone, Lorotab…(and many other opiates…)

Grandma was… in much pain? I connected the dots in my head and something snapped. “Grandma is making herself sick…” I whispered to myself.

“What dear?” my grandma said, barely a whisper.

“Nothing Grandma, talking to myself like always”

“Oh ok Hun” she replied, letting her head, with whatever few grays hairs she had on it, fall down on the pillow.

I walked back into the room and lifted her head up, and placed the cup to her shriveled lips. She began to drink and I waited for her to finish. After she was done I set the cup down and asked if she needed anything. She said “no thanks” and that she would ring the bell if she needed me. I kissed her on her forehead, saving my puke for later. She grinned, that toothy grin that I would learn to hate (well not toothy… she didn’t have many teeth…)

I flung myself onto the couch and turned on the television. “Wana find Jesus?” the TV chimed (Channel change) “To fat? Wana lose it? But can’t?”(Channel change)“I love you… You love me…” I grunted and turned off the television. “Bullshit!” I muttered.

I stormed into my room and switched on my light. It didn’t turn on!

“Fuck!” I screamed.

I ran at my bed and dived onto it and, to my dismay, I landed wrong and one of the springs jabbed me… “Goddamn mother fucking ass hole bed… goddamn I hate this fucking house!” I went off on one of my “meltdown tantrums”.

I slammed my hand into my lava lamp, not paying attention to the pain. The gel in the water splashed all over my walls. I screamed, because I liked that lava lamp. It caused me to punch at the wall, making a small hole. I heard my hand crack and I felt the pain… but I didn’t actually “feel” it (but I knew, somewhere in my confused mind, that I would pay for that mistake…)

I heard Grandma’s bell ring, rapidly.

“What!!!” I screamed at the wall, knowing that Grandma couldn’t yell back. I waited and didn’t hear a reply. “I said what you stupid bitch!” I yelled louder, ignoring the tension In my throat. I didn’t understand it… so much went into my mind at once and it was just…way…too…frustrating…

The bell rang more rapidly and louder now. I ran towards my door and pushed (my door opens inward). I freaked and began kicking the door. “Open!” I yelled, pushing at the door. “What the hell!”

I pounded my bloody fist on the door, ignoring the bloodstains all over the door. I placed my hands, open, against the door. And I began to weep…

Chapter 2(section b)-

She sat in her bed, ringing her bell crazily. “Alicia!” she moaned. She rang the bell harder, but Alicia wouldn’t come in. She heard Alicia “flipping out” and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alicia, I love you, please,” she whispered, struggling to talk a little louder. Ever since her daughter, stepson, and grandson died (leaving her granddaughter Alicia), she had gone downhill (and she knew it too).

She heard a loud crash and a scream from Alicia’s room. And then more ruckus and a busting of a hard object, ”like bones…” she thought.

And then she heard a rapid pounding and intense screaming and then a quiet, pitiful, weeping. And she couldn’t get up to go to her granddaughter…