For this week's Six Sentence Story—the prompt Denise provides us every week—I wrote a rather sad and dark piece of prose from the point of view of someone forced to care for a loved one struggling with addiction.
As the subject may be distressing for some readers, please read with caution, if themes of addiction or its impact on loved ones may be triggering then perhaps try some of my other writings...
I will add my other entry of this week to the SSC&B world too...
All the participants can be found at the link-up...
Six Sentence Story #25
You have lain in your bed since last night, your breath reeking of alcohol and the dried tears on your cheeks mimicking regret—the kind that runs circles around me.
I have done what I could by cleaning your bedroom, cooking our dinner, asking you to take a shower, and preparing your once-favorite peppermint tea, but you kept asking for vodka… and when I confessed that I had poured it down the sink, you looked at me as if I had killed Dad.
Did it even once cross your mind how it must have felt for me to come home only to find you passed out on the floor in your own piss again?
Do you even remember how I dragged you to bed as you hit me in the face, telling me to just leave you the fuck alone?
You say what you need is just one more shot to regain your will to live, but I think what you need is one hard fucking pinch on the arse to stop being so goddamned stubborn in your misery—he is gone, but I am here.
Oh, and P. fucking. S.—your loving son is getting the fuck out of here once I turn 18, Mother... or whatever...
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18 Comments
Good point that being stubborn in one’s misery affects everyone around them.
It unfortunately does.
This one is so different, Reelika, and so sad.
Thank you for the comment. The draft is more poetic but I edited it to sound more as a teenage boy. Maybe that is why it’s so different. And yes, it is sad.
Gosh and ouch… It was a different take, and that was great, but it was so so sad.
Yes, it is so-so sad. And it keeps happening in life, perhaps in a bit different ways but…
Yeah, it’s a hard road to carry an alcohol/addict, especially if you’re a minor. Doubly hard if one can’t detach and leave, while stuck in the situation. Patterns being engraved…
It’s funny how people never talk about the ones being stuck in there with an addict. Or in a place where no minor should be.
So well written Reelika it’s raw and stark but feels so very real 👏
Thank you so much for the comment. Am glad you liked the way I wrote it.
funny thing ’bout ‘this kind’ of Six… ain’t no mistaking at very least the reflection of a memory of an event
ya know?
Thank you for the comment, it’s a mixture of my own and some people I have known. Funny thing about writing, even if it’s fictional, there is always something that gave the fire to it.
I completely empathize with the child, has to be a nightmare to grow up in such circumstances. A really gritty six.
Thank you for the comment and I wanted to hug my own character many times as I wrote it as I too felt bad…
My heart grieves for children raised this way. Too often, they cannot break out of the cycle and it only gets worse.
It does and it leaves scars on the psyche of the children too.
While yes, both here are victims and in pain… then I chose to write it from the POV of the child because nobody ever talks about it…
It does make me sad too…
I echo many of the same thoughts as those commenting before me, Reelika. Such a situation would be unfathomable to an adult, I can’t even imagine the bewilderment, fear and anger of a child facing that situation.
Thank you for the comment.
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