Intoxicated Romance [Completed]

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Intoxicated Romance [Completed]

Written By:: Ameh juliet

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PROLOGUE

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Steven

Eight years ago

"mom, wake up" i shake my mother but she doesn't move. I look to her bedside table and see the glass of wine and her pill bottle. My mother is schizophrenic.

Its a mental illness and sometimes she doesn't know what she's doing. I am just nineteen years old but i have been taking care of her for as long as i can remember

. I even opted to study in a

polytechnic close to our house in pti just so i could watch her. You are probably asking where my father is, but like you, i don't know.

He has never been in the picture and anytime i asked my mother she goes

emotional on me so i stopped asking a long time ago. My mom has been

living on pills for years now to suppress her imaginations and

hallucinations which are caused by her illness. Last night, i got stalled because of a tutorial class and by the time i finished, it was already 9:28pm. There was a government imposed curfew and i wasn't able to go home. I slept at a friend's in school. As soon as it was safe enough to leave, i came home.

I knocked the door and when there was no reply, i knew something was

wrong. I used my keys to open the door and immediately went to her

room

. I called an ambulance and they are probably on their way here by now.

I try to wake her up but she doesn't open her eyes. I place my fingers under her nose and feel faint breathes on my hand. I sag in relief.

The ambulance comes and my mother is taken to the hospital.

After checking her, the doctor assures me that she is fine, she is just very drunk. I thank the doctor then walk out of her room for some fresh

air. Her room smells of antiseptic and everything else that permeates a hospital air. Outside her room isn't any better but atleast it isn't suffocating. Being in there, seeing her like that, almost brings me to my knees in misery. I cant help her so i feel so helpless. I don't

know what else to do. If my useless father was here, maybe she would be better. Anytime she, has one of her 'episodes', she calls me Leonard. I think that's my father's name. I raise my head up when i hear a door open and i see a girl of about 16 or so. She's crying and screaming for the nurses holding her back to save her brother. I look on as she is directed to a chair at a corner to wait. She sits on the chair then cover her face with her hands as she cries more. I should ignore her and think about my own predicament, but my feet starts moving towards her. I sit on the chair beside her but she doesn't even

notice.