Liza's POV:

I had a rough day at work, I couldn't get the kids to follow the routine for the dance we are working on down, they kept getting distracted today, I sighed as I closed up the Sapphire Dance studio. I owned it, after losing my dad he left it to me as a present, the accident happened about a week ago, we had the funeral the other day, I felt lost without my dad, the voices in my head we're getting way worse, my mom keeps blaming me like I caused the accident, when I did not, a drunk driver swerved into our Lane and caused our car to flip a few times, ejecting my dad since he didn't have a seatbelt on, I haven't been the same since I turned 17 and this whole voices thing started. I never told a soul, not one person knows about it, I felt like they might lock me up over it, I couldn't spend my life in a straight jacket and spaced out on crazy meds. I had good days, when they left me be, I pulled into my driveway finally, my mom's car was there and the lights were on still, I get out and go inside, my mom's passed out on the couch, doped out. She's been a junkie for awhile now, started when I was 15, got worse when dad died, she started using more product, making her highs longer and more intense. I covered her up with a blanket and headed upstairs to shower after locking the house up. I got dressed in my PJs and headed to bed. When I woke up the next morning, the voices were plotting something already, I sighed and got dressed. Then I headed downstairs to check on my mom, who was half awake, I made us breakfast and coffee, she barely ate, I sighed , this was our normal, I sipped my coffee and scrolled through Facebook for a bit. My mom looked at me,

"I'll be back in an hour okay?"

I look at her, "Okay mom, I'll be here."

She grabs her keys, and purse leaving me alone in the house so she could go score more drugs, I sighed and lit a joint, pulling an ashtray towards me, between everything that happened, I picked up smoking weed and cigarettes, I tried not to smoke as much cigarettes but it was hard, my mom was getting worse and I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I finished smoking the joint 15 minutes later, my phone chimes,

Mar-Liza boo I miss u!
Me-Miss u too Mar!!
Mar- how's ma doing?
Me- worse
Mar- fuck you okay?
Me- yah, shit she's home with more drugs I gotta go
Mar- okay if you need me call!!!

My mom arrives back with more dope, I sigh as she takes out her shit, she doubles her new normal dose,

"Mom that's way to much for one hit.." I say.

"Shut the fuck up! It's your fault I do this! You made your father bring you out!! It's your fucking fault he's dead!!" She yells as she shoots up.

"It's not my fault! It was a drunk drive..." My voice trails off as my mom begins to overdose, I dial 911.

I begin the process I was taught in med school, I had attended for two years before losing my dad and dropping out to take care of my mom, the 911 operator tells me what to do, after a few minutes I heard sirens, my whole body goes numb, as the voices begin,

You killed your own mother too! Well shit Liza your a death magnet!

Shut the fuck up Lenna! She overdosed!

Because you pushed her too by killing your father!

I didn't do it!

That day changed my life forever, I didn't know my life would take such a turn, I put my mom's house on the market, packed the house up, I bought another house about 5 minutes from the studio, I left the keys with the relator who said she'd contact me once the house was sold to give me my check for it. I started to unload the stuff into the new house with the help of my best friends Mara & Morgan, we unpacked everything and set the new house up, it took us about 3 hours to completely get it all done. Then they left and I showered and went to bed.