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Mommy's Got A Bottle
Here's a story about a girl named Roxy,
Roxy was about seventeen with so many big dreams and went to school did everything she could to be a good girl.
She listened and did what she was told to do even if it would make her look like a pushover. The one person she wished she could stop listening to was her mother who drank every time she got off from work and would have non stop fits and tantrums like a toddler that dropped its rattle. Roxy, would only cry and ask god why was she being punished for all the things that happened in her mom's past that came back and haunted her as she got older and made her colder each time she drank with every sip she'd stike Roxy then tell her she was a bitch and was just like her father then pull her by her hair and drag her everywhere around the house like a rag doll then finally when she would pass out Roxy would cry herself to sleep in bed covered in bruises and scratches head to toe.
But what can she do? She has to feign a smile everyday and cover the bruises and scratches by the time she's goes off to school and pretend like everything's ok.
Meanwhile at night she's crying herself to sleep hoping and wishing she'd die till she throw on her favorite song as it made the world peaceful just for a minute. Days go by and Roxy hasn't been at school for awhile, I wonder why?.
Roxy, got into it with her mother one night as she was wreaking alcohol and staggering left and right yet still wanted to cause another fight as she cussed her out and got into her face and swung at her and pulled at her hair Roxy was fed up and started punching her and screaming at her then smacking her while begging her to stop then after one last push Roxy's mother fell down the steps and broke her neck. Scared, Roxy had to runaway far away from it all.
Roxy didn't know where to go or who to stay with she was alone and was gonna be left on her own to survive so she started thinking deeper and deeper about suicide as she cried out her last tear while climbing over a bridge and standing over it as she was ready to decide her fate she jumped as she felt her soul was already dead to begin with.
Roxy was about seventeen with so many big dreams and went to school did everything she could to be a good girl.
She listened and did what she was told to do even if it would make her look like a pushover. The one person she wished she could stop listening to was her mother who drank every time she got off from work and would have non stop fits and tantrums like a toddler that dropped its rattle. Roxy, would only cry and ask god why was she being punished for all the things that happened in her mom's past that came back and haunted her as she got older and made her colder each time she drank with every sip she'd stike Roxy then tell her she was a bitch and was just like her father then pull her by her hair and drag her everywhere around the house like a rag doll then finally when she would pass out Roxy would cry herself to sleep in bed covered in bruises and scratches head to toe.
But what can she do? She has to feign a smile everyday and cover the bruises and scratches by the time she's goes off to school and pretend like everything's ok.
Meanwhile at night she's crying herself to sleep hoping and wishing she'd die till she throw on her favorite song as it made the world peaceful just for a minute. Days go by and Roxy hasn't been at school for awhile, I wonder why?.
Roxy, got into it with her mother one night as she was wreaking alcohol and staggering left and right yet still wanted to cause another fight as she cussed her out and got into her face and swung at her and pulled at her hair Roxy was fed up and started punching her and screaming at her then smacking her while begging her to stop then after one last push Roxy's mother fell down the steps and broke her neck. Scared, Roxy had to runaway far away from it all.
Roxy didn't know where to go or who to stay with she was alone and was gonna be left on her own to survive so she started thinking deeper and deeper about suicide as she cried out her last tear while climbing over a bridge and standing over it as she was ready to decide her fate she jumped as she felt her soul was already dead to begin with.
Published 5th Jan 2018
| Edited 8th Jan 2018
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23rd Jan 2018 5:56pm
Thank you for commenting on it, I honestly have a tough time really explaining my feelings about alcoholism and how it effects me so I just let my writing do the talking, I've known many people in my family who aren't the same once they touch the bottle so needless to say I'm very aware of what it's like when people are effected by it that aren't the drinkers but the loved ones who have to sit back and take the abuse whether physical or emotional by their father, mother, friend, lover ect. needless to say it's not right and must be stopped.
Especially for the children, the children that are effected by this try to cope with this as much as they can but no matter what it's always up to the one that's drinking that has to fix their problem whether limiting their drinking or go to AA and get help either way it's always up to them not put their children in place of being adults and later be the ones wondering will they have to one day go toe to toe with their parents over their own problem?
Especially for the children, the children that are effected by this try to cope with this as much as they can but no matter what it's always up to the one that's drinking that has to fix their problem whether limiting their drinking or go to AA and get help either way it's always up to them not put their children in place of being adults and later be the ones wondering will they have to one day go toe to toe with their parents over their own problem?
16th Feb 2018 2:07pm
That part about having tantrums like a toddler, I recently heard about someody who behaves like that.
Now, rooting for our heroine, whe has jumped, hits the cold L.A. water, A concerned night fisherman sees it all, jumps in and brings her to shore...
Now, rooting for our heroine, whe has jumped, hits the cold L.A. water, A concerned night fisherman sees it all, jumps in and brings her to shore...
16th Feb 2018 2:41pm
As bright as that ending would be that doesn't happen for most teens of abuse who resort to suicide as the last option or running away from home turning to prostitution or drugs.
It's not like in fairytales where the hero is always there ready to save the princess from tragedy because in reality something like that doesn't happen as much as you want it to for things like that.
It's not like in fairytales where the hero is always there ready to save the princess from tragedy because in reality something like that doesn't happen as much as you want it to for things like that.
18th Jun 2018 8:12pm
19th Jun 2018 10:27am
It's not me personally it's about people in particular who I've known that have dealt with it
