I Wish My Mom Was Dead Book Novels & Stories

“Up until the day they died, they never knew why I stole the money.” Rose froze. “They died?” “Yes,” Michelle whispered. “It was the day I was supposed to be discharged. My parents were excited after Freda had called them to tell them the baby I tried to abort survived. They went shopping for baby items excited that they were finally going to be grandparents at last.” Rose cried silently. Michelle’s words felt like pieces of her own story being spoken aloud. Then the next call was from the coroner’s office that our parents were involved in a fatal accident.

My mother decided to play dead because she wanted to fulfill one of her fantasies. How classic.

I know that you think that I am the subject one ahd I do just desecfe anything , but I am going to make this do like and clear to you . Your mom isn’t someone who really loved you or even thought of caring about you , all that she really cared about was herself , she was so selfish to the fore shd put herseke forst in evrything shd fidht even mind what I had to say or what would happen to me or the child that sge had birth . I never did a thing to get , snd I don’t care when she died because she killed hers eke . The fact that she died had got nothing to do with me shd I do not care about that .

Chapter 135(Happily ever after) Hazel's Point Of View: "Mum can't be dead!” She shouted. Her sister comforted her as she didn't feel much pain like Sophia did since she spent only little time with their mother. I didn't know how to feel about Mum dying. I felt no pain, no hatred, no joy, just nothing. It's been years since I've seen the real her so it was a weird feeling to hear she was dead after realizing she's truly not the one who hated me all these years. All that went through my head was that she didn't deserve to die like that.

The way he is describing his mom in such an emotional way isn’t letting me to sleep. 'My mom was fighting with cancer for a long time. It was a cervical cancer but you know what hurt the most? My dad actually never cared of her at all. He was alright with her death. My mom expected my dad to be at the hospital on her last breath but he couldn’t reach over there before her death. At that time, what crossed my mind, do you know? It was the fact that almost all of my mother’s wish went in vain. She never got what she wanted to when she was alive, not even when she was close to death and then, I start to hate my dad even more and you can see that I am still doing that,' he says.

I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the phone’s glow burning my eyes, that message scarred into my brain. *Stay away from Liam or you’ll end up like your mom.* My hands shook, the air too thick to breathe. The sea roared outside, mocking me with its endless waves. My mom’s death was sharp, sudden, and a house fire they called an accident had always felt wrong, like a puzzle with missing pieces.

I howled, and she swallowed her throat before looking up at us all, as we were all staring at her. "She is dead." The doctor said, and I couldn't stand it any longer. I was shattered when Mom was unconscious. I hated Lena for causing her injuries, and now when I have got hope of having my mother back, when I have got the hope of hearing her voice and seeing her get strong again, She just died. My mother is dead. Like, for real. Oh, no. My heart shattered into pieces as I fell to the ground, everything blacking out. Xavier's POV

My mother was no longer punishing me for doing so. My mother was alive. Wow! She, too, would have hugged me, kissed me, loved me intensely. Just as all mothers do. Did your mother ever show her love to you? Why am I asking this? I remember almost nothing of her today. She is dead. I have accepted death. But will Amy plan the same way against me? She, too, is a lady like my mother, demanding attention. Did she learn how to die from our neighbour who committed suicide? I found her often talking to her.

My existence had become their deepest regret, their hardest lesson. Time seemed to stand still, leaving a final memory in that dark, damp basement, soaked in the scent of hatred and despair. Justice, perhaps delayed, but never absent. And where love and hate intertwined, endless sorrow and reflection lay buried… When the very last beam of sunlight slipped through the narrow window, my mother's faint whisper sounded in the forgotten corner, “Maybe… we were all wrong.” As the last shred of consciousness began to fade, my mother's weak murmur echoed from that dark, forgotten place, “Sarah… I’m sorry...”

But in reality, those were the initials of the name I had once dreamed of having when I returned to the Lambert family. My dad helped my mom to her feet. They slowly and painfully made their way into the morgue. When they saw my broken and mangled body, my dad let out a low roar. I watched them in confusion. Why did they seem so heartbroken? Wasn’t my death what they had always wished for? My mom’s trembling hand touched the burn scar on my back. Her voice shook as she spoke. "Emily, how could I find you in a place like this?