The Apparition Man- Part Ten #

Chapter Three - Part Ten #1

After my mother left, first making sure that she was actually gone, I shut down my computer. Heading towards the bathroom. I would show her that I could do whatever the hell I wanted to.2

I had heard from one of the boys in the clinic, from my last stay, that if you mixed alcohol with sleeping pills it could be near death fatal, depending on how much you took. It supposedly lead to an overdose, where you would either die in your sleep, or if you weren't lucky someone would come in just in time to save you, just in time for you to have a fighting chance.3

I remembered telling my Mother upon my arrival back at home, and how the same boy had done it twice in an attempt to loose his life. It had been like a dagger, stabbing deep into the core of her back and right through her heart. It had repulsed her, and had mortified her, even though we both knew that there were more worse ways to kill yourself. Like I had read somewhere on the web once, there were a thousand different ways you could do something, it's whether you succeeded or failed at the attempt that was the most important thing.4

So with this in mind, I had an idea, one that would pay her back for saving my life. I knew that she kept most of her medication in the bathroom cabinet, it was stack full of pills, ones for health, one fore pain, one for illness and ones for random occurring lumps and bumps that she had to get rid of. I was like a candy shop, there were so many options, I just could not choose, and if I could not choose pretty soon, than I had no option than to use them all. Though that was it in itself, my genius plan, it was enough to content me for many months to come. This would get her for sure, and if it didn't I would be immensely surprised.5

I opened the bathroom cabinet, pulling bottles of the shelf, trying to hold as many as I could with both hands. I did not have a lot of time, ten, fifteen minutes at the most, but it was enough time for me to set up my prank, all I needed now was a bottle of alcohol. Now that was the hard thing. I hoped that it was still under the sink where dad had left it before he died, other wise I would have to walk all the way down to the basement to get some of his vintage collection bottles, well Grandpa's vintage collection bottles.6

I laughed at the thought, thinking if the alcohol didn't look like it had killed me, my Mother surely would, for cracking open a bottle of Grandpa's good stuff, the family heritage collection, now that would drive her to the brink of madness, though  wouldn't mind, it would be quite funny actually. I walked back into the bedroom, tipping the the pill bottles on my bed, then ran out into the kitchen to find the alcohol.7

My Mother had not touched a single drop since dad died, not even at Christmas or new years eve. Grandpa had convinced her to put most of the bottles down in the basement, so as not to be a constant reminder of my fathers addictions, but there were some bottles that she would not let anyone move, they were to stay under the kitchen sink, until we were old and Grey.8

Undoing the lock on the cupboard, I looked around quiet happy to see that the bottles had remained untouched. I pulled the nearest bottle out, checking the clock for the time. Yes there was still time, but not much. I locked the cupboard up, running back into my room, and unscrewed the alcohol lid of, letting the bottle sit open on my bedside table. After that I randomly picked a few pill bottles and placed them besides the alcohol for that added piece of decoration.9

Outside I heard a door shut, it had to be My Mother. Quickly I threw the other bottles onto the floor, jumping onto my bed. I closed my eyes, waiting for her return. It didn't take long though. I heard her walking towards my room. Squinting I opened my eyes just enough for e to see her in a blur.10

"Reidy, dinner is on the AH...," she screamed, throwing her handbag across the floor.11

I can not describe what her scream was like in to many words, only that it was like a cat who had just had it's tail wrenched of it's body.12

She quickly ran over to me, grabbing my arm, checking for a pulse. I could tell she had fallen for my prank hook, line and sinker, and I could not be more happier.13

I counted to Ten, awaiting the moment to spring it on her, One....Two...Three....Four...14

She brung her hand to me neck, resting it against my skin.15

Five....Six.... Seven...Eight....16

She must have felt a pulse, because she stood up, wrapping her arms around my waist.17

Nine...Ten18

"Reidy can you hear me baby."19

I opened my eyes, a small smile escaping my lips.20

"Happy late April fools Mother, " I said, not knowing anything else to say, and I didn't really need to, her expression was enough to say it all.21

I had twisted that fiery dagger of pay back. I had gotten my sweet revenge, and I was in Ecstasy as I watched her fall apart.22

She let go of me, looking at the bottle on the side of the table, she picked it up, taking a look at me, my eyes now widening in joy, as I looked up at her. My smile would not disappear.23

She let a few tears escape her sunken face, before taking a good swig of the alcohol, and once she had skulled at least a quarter of it, she placed it back on the bedside table, wiping her lips of her sleeve. She turned towards the door, and started walking. "Get out." she said, stepping into the hallway.24

I slid of my bed, following her into the kitchen, I had succeeded.