After I Die, My Mom Goes Crazy

Because of a cigarette butt, my mom sent me to a special school. It wasn't really a school. It felt more like a place of nightmares. I begged her over and over again to let me return home. But she only cared about my little brother and stepfather. Later on, I realized that the day my mom remarried, she had stopped being a mother to me. Yet when did she cry when I died? Hadn't she already abandoned me? *** I died in the closet of my dorm room. My body was bruised and blackened, new injuries piled on top of old ones, creating a horrifying sight. They said, "Your mom hasn't visited you in over a year. She won't know you died here." That was not true. It'd been a year and three months, not just a year. My body ached painfully, but I couldn't pinpoint where the pain was coming from. Was it from the kick I received from the counselor last night? Or from the chair that slammed into the back of my head this morning? I felt like I was dying. Both my mind and body felt like they were giving up. I couldn't help but wonder if my mom would even find out I died here. If she did, would she feel a flicker of heartache or regret? The nights at school were enveloped in darkness. After washing my last bucket of clothes, I made my way back to my tiny storage room. After I wrote my last diary, I crawled into the closet. Inside was a Nokia phone that my mom gave me before I started school. She told me, "Keep this in your pocket. I'll call when I miss you." But she never called. I tried calling her, but all I heard was the dial tone. I waited and waited, but she never picked up. Mom, why wouldn't you answer my call? I felt life slipping away as I dialed one number after another on the phone in my hand. Mom, you didn't care about me... Would my death be a relief to you? The pain had become numbing. I was feeling more and more tired. My mouth was dry, craving water. But I didn't have the strength to crawl out anymore. I closed my eyes, relishing the quiet around me, finally ready to sleep in peace. But then, my soul began to drift away. I died. Mom, you didn't come.