The Madness...Where the worst darkness of all, is that within your own mind.

Reflected back at me from the mirror, a stranger I do not know. A stranger I have never known. A young girl who lives within a perforated bubble of not being ‘Mentally ill’. A perforated bubble of 'mending my mother'. Yet her uneasy, silent screaming keeps me awake at night times.
One day it will, ‘get me.’ I feel it. I know it! Mummy knows it too. She has told me.

‘’Doctor, I have no idea what is wrong with her,’’ The words spew from Mummy’s mouth as he glances at me and turns back to his pad. But he knows not the truth. No one knows….except Mummy. Because she is the one who gave me this legacy. That, of being an invisible child. Unseen; unheard. The one the teachers at school fail to notice as I fall into my invisible, stony grave.

‘Another one, gone’.

Fragmented and unredeemed thoughts, which were once upon a time, dreams, fade further into obscurity. There is no one to stop the madness. Because the welcoming arms of insanity reach out to me, that little bit more, with each passing moment.

And today, once more, the house is enveloped in darkness when I get home from school. It’s cold.

‘’Mummy! Mummy, are you here?’’ Silence. Once more.

And today is the last time that I will ever hear the silence of my mother’s reply. Because today, her eyes are closed as she lays upon the floor of the living room. Her breathing is still, her body lifeless.

Taken by the monster; Heroin.