Empty Soul

She walked out of my room. She walked to Derek's door. Opened his door. She glanced at the measurements on the door panel of where he has grown inch by inch over the years. A real mother would have just saw her sweet baby boy playing with his dinosaurs, but all she saw nothing. Her own son, her own blood. She felt nothing for him. She abandoned me on the floor barely breathing with a belt wrapped around my neck. I'm her daughter. Her first born. She was my light in the dark. The one I ran to give a flower I just picked in the backyard. My hero and mentor. And she just disappeared, gone. We lost her in the blink of a eye. She went from my protector to the person she was suppose to save me from. How do you intend to hurt your own son moments after inflicting the worst pain onto your daughter in the next room? Her eyes were cold. Her hands were hard. Her soul was empty. She wasn't herself for years. She never fought for herself, she never even fought for us. She gave up. She just gave up.