SHE SAID SHE WAS SAVING ME.
"What are you doing, mum? Open this door right now." I shouted whilst rattling the door, but she had locked me in the cellar and the door was not budging.
"I'm saving your sorry behind. You're becoming like your father and I will not have it." I heard her scream back at me hysterically. I could already hear her beginning to slur her words and dreaded her falling asleep and forgetting about me. Little did we both know, those were the last words we said to each other. In a drunken state she decided to cook something, then fell asleep and ended up setting the house on fire.
Mum's body was found on the living room sofa. I heard them talking about it whilst I flitted around ... my body is still in the cellar.