This is part of a story I am writing. The things I could do better are add more description on the looks of the character. I hope you like this and please tell me about your feedback.
Hallucinations haunt my life, Mum is filled with them. Sometimes they make me want to cry. Especially when she brings dad into them, calling out his name for security. Sometimes I wish she could harness her hallucinations, like people do with fears. Spacing out has made Mum seriously addicted to her medications, I tried one once and it made me feel woozy as if I had just been spun around ready to pin the tail on the donkey.
“ Layla,love, do the washing, for your old Mum” Cries a bedraggled lady, coming out of her room.
“ More like for my mentally disturbed Mum” I mutter under my breath, hoping that Mum hasn’t heard
“ What was that Hun” Whines Mum
“ You need to speak up louder for my ears, you know what they’re like” Mum says cupping her hand round her ear as if to show she needs me to speak up.
“ sure sure” I yell back at her, exaggerating the speaking louder.
She rolls her eyes back at me, flopping onto the couch as she does so.
I pick up a piece of soggy clothing, and peg it to the line, having to rise up onto my tippy toes to reach the piece of wire. I stare down the line, eyeballing Cooper meanly. Making my point.
“ Not my fault I’m the favourite” He snaps at me.
“ defensive much “ I snark at him.
“ Muu” He starts to yell, but I cut him off.
“ Don’t you dare”
From behind me I can hear Apollo snapping furiously at ducks that have waddled down the lane.
“ Oy, Apollo, shut it you big doof, they’re just ducks” I yell at him. He bounds over, hoping for a belly rub or a tickle, but I displease him by sending him to his crate. For the rest of the time while I hang up the washing, Apollo is whining for attention. I have to snap at Cooper to make him ignore the moaning and pitiful pup.
“ sorry Coop, but he has to learn one day or another, soon we won’t be with him all the time” Cooper sighs and flicks himself effortlessly into a backflip.
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