I was on a parachute, during the beautiful autumn weather. Colors of orange, red, brown, yellow, and green flashing through my eyes. "Man, I'm starving" I groaned. My mother then took out a huge tupperware full of food out of her pocket. I did not question how something so big could fit in there but I shrugged my shoulders and stared at it heavily. It was food. My eyes widened as she kept taking out meals after meals. My stomach growled, and my mouth watered as I was about to dive in but before I knew it my mom smacked my hand. It was burning red, and numb. "No food for you! This all for me!" she screeched.
"What the hell! This isn't fair you can't even finish that all by yourself," I screamed. My hand swiftly took a drumstick and I bit into it. The juicy flavors made my mouth tingle. It laminated my mouth and slid down my throat which made my face look reckless as the sauce slathered my lips. My stomach pleaded for more. Mother was now on four arms and pounced on top of me causing my body to fall at the corner of the cubicle. My hair covered my eyes and my arms and legs were moving without direction like a cat getting out of a bucket of water. The hot air balloon tipped to the left and I kicked my mother off the edge. She dove down more than 200 meters off the ground and all that lay on the beautiful chill grass was a cracked skull with blood gushing out.
I leaped off my bed sweating bullets, and I saw my mother shivering in the icky humid weather of our Florida hotel. "What's wrong?" I asked. Bits of orange, yellow, and green flew out of her mouth. Autumn didn't sound as pretty anymore. I nudged my brothers with a panicked unexpected force. They woke up and we helped drag her to the bathroom to vomit in the toilet. While I pulled her hair back my brothers called a taxi. I held back my tears and clenched my nose as the vomit seeped into my nose and down to my into tongue. My head became dizzy over the millions of emotions flooding through my brain.
Finally, the taxi arrived and my mom forced me to stay and brought my oldest brother with her. "But, I want to go!" I cried. Her usual light face was really pale, and her eyes were shot blood-red. Her lips were purple and her usually fixed hair now looked as if she got into a car accident. The more she pleaded the weaker she appeared so finally facing defeat I told her a miserable 'Okay' as my brother closed the door hastily.
That night I lay on my bed fidgeting and wrapped the thick blanket around my petite body. If I did not wake up would she have been dead? Or was she going to die regardless? Either way my heart felt rotten to the core as I curled up on top of this unfamiliar mattress and cried until my body was so drained that I fell back to sleep.
