"Hey mom... Been a while since Ive come back. Sorry about that. Ive been kinda busy. I wanted to join you, I really did. I know you told me to. I could hear your voice telling me to do it. To join you where you are. It was in my head. You. I knew you wouldn't leave me alone like that. But... Now you have to mommy... Im really sorry. But you do."

"You see mom, I don't like it. The way you whisper to me. The way you scream at me." He spoke softly, tears running down his face as he spoke to his mother. "I can't take it anymore... And I was going just listen to you. Just listen and do what you tell me to, so I can join you. You know how much I wanted to. But I don't want to anymore. I really don't. Im so sorry..."

He felt tears run down his face, sobbing gently and he listened to his mother voice, telling him he was worthless. Calling him a coward. Calling him weak. He wanted to join her so badly but in the course of a day, all of that changed. And his mother didn't like it.

"Please... mommy.. I know you're disappointed in me. You should be. I am too... I know I'm a wimp for not doing it. I got close. Ive tried before. You know I have. You watched me... I know you did. I could hear you telling me to keep going. But please just listen to me for once. You never listen to me... Please stop screaming at me, mommy. Im sorry."

He covered his ear to try and keep out the voice of his mother yelling at him. He buried his head in his knees as he held them to his chest, rocking back and forth. His mother didn't see this as a cry for help. She saw it as a weakness.

He screamed loudly, trying to get it out as he begged for her to stop, sobbing uncontrollably, barely able to breath. "No... Please... mom..."

His whole body fell to the floor, curling up upon the dirt beneath him, screaming so loud, but no one hearing. He wanted her to stop, but she wouldn't. No one came to help him.

No one ever did.

Eventually he has enough, screaming back at his mother as he pulled himself up, on his knees before standing on his feet, looking directly to her. "You know why I don't want to anymore!? You know why I don't want to join you!? I met someone! And yes, he's a boy. And You know what?! I LOVE HIM!"

"After meeting him once, I love him more than I ever loved you or dad or anyone! You never cared about me! Even now! You want me dead!" He sobbed shakily, his throat sore from screaming.

"Blaine Anderson... Sound beautiful doesn't it? He is... So much so. Stay away from him okay? You can hate me and torture me as much as you want, but stay away from him!" He started speaking softly, the image of Blaine making him calm down before his tone got angry, the thought of Blaine going through what he is killing him.

His anger and frustration was too much. His blood boiled as he screamed, clenching his fist and pushing the cold, hard rock in front of him. Blood drew from his hand as he sobbed, dropping to his knees again and sobbing as he gripped the rock.

"Im so sorry, mommy..." He sobbed and whispered. "I love you... I still miss you. Don't ever leave me. Please."

He kissed the area which he hit, running his hand over it before touching the words engraved, red and watering eyes fixed to it.

Sabrina Smythe. 1972-2006. Beloved wife, sister and mother.