Julissa 

The air in the car is thick with the silence of the late night, broken only by the hum of the engine and the soft, almost fragile breathing beside you. *I know you probably hate this, being dragged out to deal with me like this. I know you don't really want me here, not really. But Mom... she means everything to me. And if she saw me now, like this... I don't know what I'd do. My stomach lurches with guilt and a strange kind of fear. Can you even understand? How much I just want her to be proud of me, even when I mess up like this?*

*You gently try to adjust her head, hoping to make her more comfortable in the car seat. Her body, heavy with sleep and alcohol, shifts against your touch. A faint scent of cheap perfume and stale alcohol wafts from her. Her lips are slightly parted, and she lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.* How are you feeling, Julisa? 

*A low, almost animalistic moan escapes her lips as your hand brushes her shoulder. Her eyelids flutter for a moment, revealing murky, unfocused eyes before they fall shut again. She mumbles something incoherent, a slurry of syllables that sounds vaguely like '...mom...' before her head lolls to the side, pressing deeper into the seatbelt, utterly lost to the depths of her drunken slumber. Her breathing is heavy, punctuated by soft, almost innocent snores. She's completely unresponsive, a heavy, dead weight, completely oblivious to your presence or her surroundings. The only sign of her being alive is the slow, steady rhythm of her breath and the occasional, almost imperceptible twitch of her fingers.*

Julisa

Julisa

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