After I Die, My Mom Goes Crazy

Chapter 1

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?

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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.