*Johny* “I hate you.” “Well, I don’t exactly love you!” I slammed the door, and left my drunken mom outside. I knew that those weren’t the words a mom likes to hear, but neither was she the mom a son desires to have. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes. As I did I felt the teardrops on my hands, and in the background I heard my mom talking, more like mumbling. I don’t know what she was saying, and I’m not sure she knew, because after all she never remembers what she says when she’s drunk. I had lived with her my entire life; still a dog and a cat have a better relationship than the one we had built in sixteen years. I had no dad, I was not sure I had a mother, and I was alone in a wild and crazy world. The tears keep falling, my mom kept laughing, and my “home” had turned into hell again. I didn’t want to open my eyes; I was as scared as a little boy in a dark room calling for help because the monster in his closet is going to eat him. I was scared my mom was really going to break me this time, scared I wouldn’t hold it inside me, and that I would explode against her. Scared that once again I would fall asleep in tears, and she in laughs; and that the next morning I would find her lying in front of my door, unconscious and hangover. I was scared that the nightmare I had been living since I was a little boy was never going to end. I never cried in front of her, even if she wouldn’t remember it the next morning, but once I was alone I became a flowing river of tears, with no ocean to go to. Most of the times I fell asleep in tears, and some others I managed to calm down. However there was no night I didn’t fall asleep in pain. Every night was the same. She came home late and drunk. I got mad because she was never there for me. And she got mad because “she never wanted to have me in the first place”. That was all we needed to have a holocaust against each other’s feelings and destroy even more our messy relationship night after night. However, I had someone that fixed everything with something as simple as a smile, and that could bring peace to my war just by being with me. Camy. God, she is my angel. She is like an oasis in the desert, like a ray of sun in the North Pole, and a cold breeze in summer. She is perfection; she is my world, and my heaven. My happiness and my love. My best friend and my hope. She is my girl, and there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her because, if she’s alright, I don’t have a thing to complain about.
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