It was a soft spring day. Peter was in his room playing on his laptop all of a sudden a loud crash shook the house, startled he assumed it was nothing and returned to his laptop.

Moments after the thud a loud shriek broke through the house and from the sound Peter presumed it came from the same place as the crash. In a swift movement his laptop was closed and he was on his feet ready to run to the loud sounds and figure out what had happened, but just as he was inches from the door his "mother" Tino had his hand restraining Peter from the door.

"I'm sorry honey there's nothing to worry about just stay in here for the time being okay?" "um..." but before Peter could register his door was shut and his mother was gone so Peter had no choice but to resume to his laptop.

After about a half an hour Peter's door was opened by none other than his mother though something was wrong... 'wait why is mom crying? oh god is some one hurt?' these thoughts though were soon interupted by Tino whose voice had become a little croaky from his silent sobs.

"Um Peter s-sit down... um you know how some people get sad?" Peter nodded "and how most get over it and feel b-better but how some don't?" Peter nodded slower mentally preparing for the worse."well sometimes Peter, people l-lose hope in becoming happy and some go so far as t-to..." Tino took a moment from talking to silently sob into Peter.

Peter had already figured out what his mother was trying to say: someone in our family just did something harmful to them self that resulted in their death that was what that thump was, and the shrill, piercing, cry of sorrow and anguish was he knew it wasn't Tino who made the cry and it couldn't have been his father because the voice was to high pitched.

'Oh god who would have done that?! it wasn't dad right? no, if Berwald had killed himself Tino wouldn't be mentally stable enough for this conversation. well if mom or dad didn't do it who did?' Tino started to regain his control enough to continue explaining suicide to the 12 year old.

"Well um i-it seems that your uncle Mathias was o-one of those p-people. he h-hung himself in his bedroom and no one k-knew until your uncle Lukas found him dead..." Tino grabbed Peter in a warm embrace, Peter could feel his mother's warm, wet, tears against his neck. within moments he too was tearing up. There they stayed holding each other, mother and son, sobbing over the death of a loved one.