"Honey, your mom won't be coming back"
My dad sat me down to tell me that I would never see my mother again.

She just left, probably tired of her hectic job as a housewife and trouble daughter.

She didn't even say goodbye to me.

I cried, hard and fell asleep with soaked cheeks and swollen eyes.

I woke up to sheets that felt unexpectedly moist and a nauseating smell. My body felt sticky and wet; I was sweating despite the cold weather.

Blood was smeared all over my mattress, my blood stained sheets soaked in the red liquid.

Must've been a nose bleed, I thought to myself.