Ka’mya walked towards the door. The same one she hated for so many years. Now here she was, returning to the place which made her go hard in the paint so she will not return.
She placed her hand on the door knob. A chill went down her spine and she shivered a bit. Turning to look down the street, the neighborhood looked the same from 13 years ago. She sighed as she turned her attention back to the task at hand. She twist the knob and the door gave way. She hated the fact that they never was able to lock the door. No telling how many predators could had easily gotten in and raped everyone in here. She stepped her Giuseppe heel on the wooden floor. It made a loud groaning sound. She frowned. As she stepped fully into the house, memories flooded her mind. Both bad and good. She moved towards the back of the house to where her and her siblings slept.
Stopping by the first door, she placed her hand flat on the door. It was still cool to the touch. Just as she stood there, the door abruptly opened. She jumped.
Mya looked in shock. She had never seen her mother looked so tore up. Drugs really did a number on her. She reached for the older version of her as the woman seem to not be able to stand up on her own anymore. Mya wrapped her arm around her and brought her to the padding she had set up on the floor. She laid the older woman back as she begun to check for bruisings and anything else out of the ordinary. Mya’s heart hurted like hell. She hated seeing her once vibrant and beautiful mom down like this. It was an abomination. She blamed herself for just leaving like she did. Shedding a few tears, she looked over her mom who was now shaking with convulsions and foaming at the mouth. She pulled out her phone and quickly dialed 911 to have the ambulance come immediately.
Waiting for the paramedics, she stayed with her mom, holding her hand. She didn’t know exactly what to do so she prayed. She never was a person who immediately jumped to prayer. But right now she needed a higher power to help her. 10 minutes later, there was a loud knock on the door.
Mya looked down at her mom. She hesitantly allowed her hand to slip out of hers before she stood up. The first paramedic came into the room. He was a young blond haired man who looked like he belonged on the cover of some athletic or surfing magazine. Mya quickly explained the situation to them. They then took over.
Mya could not watch any longer. She walked outside. Tears in her eyes, she knew there was a reason she had to come here. As much as she hated it here, she knew God had something up his sleeve. As the paramedics wheeled her mom out the house, covered with a white sheet, Mya started crying uncontrollably. The female paramedic who had now stopped to talk to her wrapped her arms around her. There was the stench of death and despair in the air. Neighbors now was all on their porch, watching and making silent judgements to one another.
After a few minutes, the paramedics then left. Mya stood on the porch, silently brooding. She knew she was going have to make arrangements soon and contact her siblings. She hated being the responsible one and was really contemplating on calling them as she already knew there will be a bunch of bullshit she will have to endure.
