(It's not my OC her name is just Melody and I wrote this for school)

      Melody would regret that moment for  the rest of her life. It was 2010, in San Francisco, California. Melody, age 18, was walking towards her old house. It's been two months since her mother had passed, well died of drinking. For the past two months, Sebastian an old friend, kept Melody company, but he had a job as a police officer, so he had to leave her a lot. Memories swirled around her head as she remembered that night of her mother's death, as she went back to that moment remembering every detail...
     It was a cold winter night, the stars smiling down at the earth. It had been 3 years since Melody had seen her mother, her dad died when she was young. At about 10 p.m. Melody knocked on the door of her mother's house. Her mother opened the door holding a bottle of alcohol. Melody, stunned to her mother with that horrid drink just stood in the doorway. The mother greeted her with open arms. Melody could tell it was affecting her mother, her old golden hair was greasy, her fingernails were now yellow, her smile... the teeth looked as if they haven't been brushed in weeks, along with her clothes that had many stains. Melody could remember the smell of her mom, she only smelled like rotten fish. Hesitant, she hugged her mother. The rest of the night was where it went downhill. Her mother kept drinking as they tried to talk, and Melody had enough of it as she slapped the bottle away yelling at her mother. They got into an argument which ended with her drunk mother slapping Melody across the face.  Her moms blue eyes went soft as she tried to help her daughter, but she was too upset.
        Finally, she snapped out of her flashback, of that moment ad kept walking towards the house. It was quiet, almost felt as if there was a ghost. She opened the door, looking around the abandoned house. Eventually she accidentally stepped in something; looking down she sees the bottle her mother was drinking that night. Almost in tears Melody picked up some shards of the bottle. She regretted running out that night, for the last thing she did with her mom was fight. Sadly, she walked out the house and to the graveyard. Tugging on her jacket she took out the flowers she brought, putting it on the grave of her mother.
      "I'm sorry mom," she barely got out through her tears "goodbye."