Homecoming

 This past week has been a busy one. I attended my senior prom, which was a little dull as the Slayer name tends to mark you as someone to be feared and given a wide berth. I didn't let it get to me, however, as I don't care much for dancing. But prom night proved more eventful that one might have expected.
Mother is known around town as the Emperor of Evil. She works 3 days a week late into the night, bringing home a sizable amount of money each night. Usually this means when I wake up for school she's just gone to bed. But that night was different. She roused me and told me to get dressed. The funds had come in, and we could now move into our new home.
This new home has 4 bedrooms, with a bathroom for each one. The lot is impressive and has a breath-taking view of the heart of Bridgeport. Mother instructed me to make myself comfortable, then took a staircase up to the bedroom that was set apart from the others. She keeps the door locked, but from the window facing the front yard I can make out a small bedroom that leads to a kitchen area. I don't see much of her now as a result of her self-induced isolation.

What I do see of Mother, though, is strange and impossible to explain. After a few days in the new house she began wearing strange clothes and seems to have put on a bit of weight. I would chalk that up to the peace that being away from the hustle and bustle of the city can bring, yet the other day I caught her playing in the fireplace! She ignored my presence, as she's been doing more of as of late, and I went up to my room to continue a painting.
I must admit I worry about Mother. Despite her insistence that I'm nearly ready to take on the world myself, she fails to realize the kind of foundation she has left for me. She's my only family to speak of, and I have close to no friends to help me on this journey. She remains youthful in appearance, but I believe she plans to leave me to my own soon enough. I feel it necessary to tell her sometime in these following days that she need not move away, or if she feels inclined to do so that she is always welcome here. After all, she's still the one paying the bills.
I'll be graduating soon, as well as becoming an adult in under a week. Perhaps in time I'll know exactly what I'm getting myself into. For now, I have a lot more wall space in need of my artistic vision.

Until next time,

Dario