Clem ♡ Vi

"I spent a lot of time at my grandma's house growing up, what with my dad being a drunk and my mom working three jobs. But after my grandpa died, grandma just kinda... shut down. Spent all day and night rocking in her chair in the den. I'd sit there at her feet as we both watched TV, mostly cartoons since she never seemed to care. Sometimes I could hear her crying, but I didn't look back. I'd just feel really weird and turn up the volume, you know? Anyway, one day she left the den and came back with another chair and a .22 rifle. Set the rifle butt on the top of that chair, holding the barrel back to her chest. so, you know... she had trouble to reaching the trigger this way, but she must have known it would happen... Because she took out this really tacky wooden backscratcher, the really long kind with one end shaped like a hand, and used that to pull the trigger. So... yeah. Bang, right? Her body folded up and just kept... rocking. My mom came to get me five hours later. I hadn't moved. She asked, why I didn't call the police or an ambulance or anything. I shrugged and told her it wasn't like grandma was going anywhere... and besides, I just wanted to finish my cartoons. She shipped me off to Ericson's the next day. I was eleven."

-Violet