"What the fuck are you looking at?", as Piper stood there looking at the mirror.
"You’re not even a mother."
"Look who's talking, you crack-head. Where’s the kid? Let me guess! You don't even know. When was the last time you saw Alexus?"
"I don't remember anymore."
"You should be ashamed, just look at yourself."
Everything was mocking her these days, from the mirror down to the toys. The toys had been sitting there for months, not being used. She picked up her daughters teddy bear and smelled it. She had walked into that house holding the bear in hand. Alexus ran up to her yelling, "Mommy, Mommy! You’re finally home and you brought me a bear!"
"Yes I did honey, but don't tell your brother because he's already mad since he didn't get that game that he wanted."
"Okay I won't tell."
She put the bear back on the shelf with the scent of her daughter still on her hand. Soaking the couches, staining the ivory rugs, destroying photos, and ripping sheets. The smell of kerosene covered every inch of the house. It covered the children's beds, the family rooms, the kitchen and the bathrooms. She stumbled around the old toys and bags of cocaine as she reached over the television counter to grab her Zippo lighter. She walks to the door and flicks the lighter open, she lit the flame and dropped it by her bare feet, as she stepped out of what she believes used to be her home. Her bloody nose dripped on her white tank top. She stands in front of the home as the flame raged on, and begins to sob.
"It's not mine anymore Piper."
She falls on the brown charred grass and grabs a handful of dirt. The now black teddy bear just stared back at her from the living room window.
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