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I looked down at my mom and she put her weak hand to my cheek lightly. I held it there as tears filled my eyes.

"Goodbye honey." She said. "I love you Keith." Her hand went limp against my face and the tears spilled out. I knew my mom was sick, I knew she was in the hospital, I knew she had cancer, but I thought she was getting better. I honestly believed she was going to survive, and here she was, lying there, gone.

A hand touched my shoulder and I turned to see a man in a white doctors coat. His eyes were full of pity and I sniffed a little, and wiped my eyes quickly.

"I'm sorry son." He said. "We tried our hardest. She wasn't able to make it." I nodded and leaned over to my mom. I pushed what was left of her thinning hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

"I love you mom." I whispered. I turned to the doctor, he opened his mouth to say something, probably something about how she was better off now, but I didn't wait around to hear him. I bolted out of the hospital and hurried down the street. I didn't want to hear that shit, she would never be better off, she was better off when she wasn't sick.

I tried to keep the tears from my eyes, but they poured out like water from a facet, down my cheeks and streaming off of my face. I kept my head down and ran into someone.

"S-sorry." I choked out, about to walk around whoever it was and hurry off somewhere more alone. As I started to walk away, the person grabbed my arm and I looked up to see Soda holding my arm, and Dally and Steve staring at me. I hadn't cried in front of them in forever, I don't even remember I time when I had.

"Two-Bit?" Soda said, looking confused. They knew my mom was sick, but like me, they thought she was going to get better, I had led them to believe that, so how were they supposed to know what was wrong?

"What the hell happened?" Dally said, shocked. If I was crying for any other fucking reason I would have laughed at their surprise for seeing me all red-eyed like this.

"She's gone." I said. I couldn't say "dead", that would make it too final, as if saying "gone" just meant she was on vacation and would be coming back as soon as she could.

I pulled my arm away from Soda. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I started to walk away, hoping they would just leave me alone. My wish was left unfulfilled. Dally pulled on the back of my jacket, causing me to have to walk backwards a few steps.

"Are you okay Two-Bit?" Steve asked me. I felt like screaming. I felt like punching someone. I wanted to yell "NO! I'M NOT OKAY! MY MOM JUST DIED! I'M. NOT. FUCKING. OKAY!" but I didn't. I just looked at Steve and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied quickly. Dally snorted.

"Liar." He said. "You look like shit." Well, maybe I did, I couldn't have fucking cared any less. I didn't really care about anything at the moment. Nothing at all.

I coughed. "Thanks Dal." I said sarcastically, trying to act like I usually would. It wasn't working very well though. I could feel myself oozing out sadness.

"Wanna come back to my house?" Soda asked, "That's where we're all going." I shook my head. I knew Pony was there, and then Soda, Steve and Dally. I just didn't want to be around people at the moment. I wanted to be by myself so I could cry, scream, punch the walls, lose control.

"Are you sure?" Soda smiled at me. "Come on. Pony and Johnny are there, and Darry should be home from work soon." I shook my head again. People were there, that was what I didn't want.

"Naw. I'm sure. I'll catch up with y'all later." I said, and hurried away quickly, before they could object further.

I stuck my key into the keyhole and I stepped inside the familiar house. The first thing I saw when I entered was a picture of me and my mom on the wall. I was around ten and she had her arms around me, and was kissing me on the cheek, and I was struggling to get away. More tears came out. You hear people say that sometimes they cry so much that there aren't anymore tears left to come out, but that's a lie. I cried so much, and didn't run out of tears.

I got up to the kitchen and opened a beer. I put it to my lips and I couldn't take a sip. My mom had always said she'd wished I would stop drinking so much beer, and now I couldn't drink a drop. I threw the glass bottle as hard as I could into the sink and watched as it cracked into a bunch of shattered glass pieces. It looked just like my heart felt.

I walked back into the living room and lay on the couch and cried. I cried until I tired myself out so much, that I fell asleep.

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