Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


22. Nine



"So, nine more days?"

My stepfather was being remarkably calm about this as we ate dinner that night.

"I-I guess." I stutter. He seems incapable of feeling. 

My mother's head faced straight at her plate, small tears dotting it. There doesn't seem to be much emotion in her face these days except for sadness. 

It's a sober affair, and although my stepfather tries to keep conversation going, eventually we lapse back into a heavy and uncomfortable silence.

"I'm not hungry." I say, pushing back my plate.  "I'm going to bed."

I can't stand to hear my stepfather's attempts for conversation, and I don't want to have to see my mother's grief-stricken face. Even if it will relentlessly haunt me in my dreams.




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