Leaving Home

Grumbling at myself in the mirror, I continued to pack. I made sure to have enough money for a motel and then I began the long vigorous task of packing everything else that I wasn't taking into storage boxes, so my mother wouldn't have to do it.

A couple of hours later, my mother slammed the door behind her and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Persephone!"

My stomach curled in anticipation and I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. I quietly made my way down the stairs and faced my mothers' angry expression.

"Why did you skip class again today?"


"I pay for your education. I go to work everyday to pay the bills and to keep you through school and you just throw it all away. You know your father would-"

"Dad," I burst out, "Has nothing to do with this. Don't bring him into this. He is dead and I have moved on. I suggest you do too."

My mothers face crumbled and she frowned deeply, "Persephone, you need a good education if you want to do anything with your life. You know Dad would've wanted that for you. Instead of blaming yourself,-"

"You don't know anything! I was there. It's my fault he died."

"No, it isn't!"

Instead of staying to listen to the same lecture, I ran upstairs and flung myself onto my bed.

Later on that night, I finished all of my packing and made my way downstairs with all of my things. I went into the living room to find my mother sleeping on the couch. Going over to her, I kissed her forehead and just as I was going to step away, she grabbed my arm.

We looked at each other for a long time and then without a word, she took my hand and placed a necklace in it. Then, kissed me on my cheek and slowly let go of my hand as a final goodbye. There were no verbal goodbyes or an 'I love you' needed. Everything was said then.

We both knew that we would never see each other again.

My eyes brimmed with tears. But before I could let them fall, I grabbed my things and slammed the door behind me.

Only then did I let my tears cascade down my cheeks and into my mouth, leaving a salty taste behind.