A Mothers Death WayMaker !!p1MGtlLmxm 2013/11/15 (Fri) 23:51 No. 1306 ▼
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It was early in the morning, probably two whole hours before he had to go to school. It wasn’t unusual for him to get up so early, he needed the time to wake up and get some chores done. He had gone about his normal routine of making his bed, packing his backpack, putting away his CDs, and making sure his alarm clock wasn’t going to go off again. His room was bland and had the bare minimum when it came to furnishings. It wasn’t his choice, if it was he would have posters and pictures hung on the walls. No, he couldn’t afford such things. Not with his mother’s medical expenses.
Once again she spent another night wide awake. The only reason she knew that the day had changed was the alarm clock buzzing from her son’s room. The woman laid in bed as her son walked through the house, cleaning as usual. Her immune system was shot and she didn’t have the energy to even walk. The only room that needed to be cleaned was hers and the master bathroom that was adjacent to it. It was almost an hour before her son slowly opened the door. As she did every morning she pretended to sleep.
“Mom, I’m leaving. Misses Hearn will be by later to make you breakfast.” He said those same words every morning. Not a single word was different, and yet, his voice brought the woman to tears. But she kept quiet; she didn’t want her son to know her pain. She wanted to remain strong, for his sake.
The boy closed the door and walked through the sparsely furnished house one last time before he would walk to school. Most of the furniture had been sold to pay for the first set of bills. Since he was still under eighteen, they were getting money from social security because his father passed away years ago. But, that was their biggest, should have been, their only source of income. The boy worked hard after school at a convenience store in the center of town. His mother had forbidden him from getting a job since she wanted him to focus on school, but he knew they couldn’t live off of the money they were already getting. At the end of the month, they barely had enough to pay the bills, not to mention his mother’s medicine was getting more expensive as time progressed.
With a sigh, the boy walked out the door of the house once more and was greeted by his only two friends. School started in an hour and a half, and they would need a whole hour to walk there. They could wait for the school bus, but the boy was picked on or ignored so they chose to walk.
“It’s better for our health” his brown haired friend would joke. She provided laughter in a dark time in his life. His other friend, a blonde girl, provided comfort where he wouldn’t normally find it.
He put on a brave face and walked to the school. Once again, he remained silent unless directly spoken to. But, his friends didn’t mind. They were happy to be there for him, and he was happy to have them. He still missed his blue-haired companion that moved away two years prior, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t have her new number, nor did he know where she moved to.
He didn’t care, these two flanking him and laughing were all he needed.
Her son had left with his friends leaving her alone once more. It couldn’t be helped; he still needed to attend school. Besides, it wasn’t like she’d be alone all day, people would stop by and take care of her.
She hated that. She didn’t want people to wait on her! She didn’t want people to take time out of their busy lives to visit her!
Once again she reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled something out.
The boy didn’t return home until after dark again. He told his mother that he’s studying with his friends, but in reality he’s working despite her wishes. It killed him to lie to her, but it had to be done. Much to his chagrin, he became quite adept at lying.
His mother was asleep again, and there was a note on the kitchen table, again. The note was the same as always, “She’s taken her medicine and ate dinner. I’ve helped her to the bathroom and bathed her. She’ll probably be asleep when you get home, take care of yourself. Laura Hearn.”
The note went into the trash like all the others and he cursed whatever gods exist for his mother’s health. Though he curses them, he prays that she gets better. He wondered if there was ever a more hypocritical person than him.
After a quick meal of instant ramen he went to check on his mother. Once again she was “sleeping”. He knew it was an act, she couldn’t hold still long enough for it to be genuine. Still, he let her continue this façade. It was only fair seeing as how he was lying to her.
She waited to hear the door to his room close before she pulled out a spiral notebook and pen. Laura gave it to her when she said she wanted to write to take her mind off things. It’s true she wanted to write, but it wasn’t to take her mind off of things. She cried as she wrote on the page. The first page was ruined by her tears and shaking hands so she tore it out. Her next attempt was even worse, the third and fourth just as bad. On her fifth attempt she was able to get it right. Folding it up she placed it on the night stand and pulled something out of the drawer one…
It was early in the morning, probably two whole hours before he had to go to school. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up so early, he needed the time to wake up and get some chores done. He had gone about his normal routine of making his bed, packing his backpack, putting away his CDs, and making sure his alarm clock wasn’t going to go off again.
At his mother’s room he opened the door like he usually did. “Mom, I’m leaving. Misses Hearn will be by later to make you breakfast.” No response. He watched her for a little while.
She wasn’t moving.
She wasn’t breathing. At least, not that he could see.
He rushed into the bedroom. “MOM!” He cried. There was vomit on the floor and her bed. Her hands were cold and stiff, and her face was pale and lifeless.
There was nothing he could do…
His mother had passed on from this earth leaving him all alone in this empty house.
Collapsing to his knees he wept for his departed mother. He stayed there crying until his friends came in because he was late. They found him a sobbing wreck. One of them called 911 and her parents, and the other tried to get him to leave the room.
They were unable to get him to move until Mister and Misses Hearn arrived. Mister Hearn, who was a police officer, was able to lift and carry him out of the house and to his own next door.
The funeral came within only a couple of days. The boy attended, but heard nothing. For the next two weeks he stayed in the Hearn residence, utterly defeated. He couldn’t bring himself to go to school, work, or out with his friends. Everyone watched him closely, worried he would try to end the pain he felt.
But he didn’t feel pain.
He didn’t feel anything.
He just existed.
His aunt came to pick him up at the end of the two weeks, and at that point he had started to get better. But to him, it was just an act. He still felt empty and hopeless.
His aunt, his last living relative, gave him new hope though. She told him of the town she would take him to, the school he would attend, and the people he would meet.
Two people watched as he climbed into the van, but he didn’t see them. He didn’t want to see them. The van shifted into drive and he didn’t look back.
Never did he see the note.
Never was he told his mother didn’t die of natural causes.
He didn’t see the empty pill bottle on the floor beside the bed.
He would live his life thinking that his mother died of natural causes.
Or so his aunt believed…
In reality, he did see the note and empty pill bottle. The note still remains unread, laying at the bottom of his suitcase. When will he read it? No one can say. He will read it when the time is right.
For now, he stares out of the window of the van listening to his aunt speak. But, he’s getting tired. It wouldn’t hurt for him to take a nap, would it?
Of course not.
He closes his eyes and lets himself drift off to sleep. He’ll need the rest if he is to go to school tomorrow.
As the name of the picture says, I am a HORRIBLE PERSON!