Title: Statistic
Author: Megan, AKA PITAchic
Rating: PG
Summary: He had told Joan that the reason he hadn't read it was because he was afraid she had blamed him, but that was only part of it.
Disclaimer: I own everything! That's right, I am the owner! I have lots of money and awards! And best of all, I own Adam! He's all mine! Ha, only in my dreams, the only thing I own is a cat.
Spoilers: Takes place during "Jump," before Adam goes over to Joan's house with the letter.
Warning: Talks about suicide!
Author's Note: Another short fic, but I don't think it's that good. Oh well, I'm starting a longer one soon, I should have the first chapter posted by Tuesday. It's called "Echoes of Angels," so keep an eye out for it! And as always, please R&R (even if you think it sucks)!
~*~ Statistic ~*~
He sat staring at the letter on the table.
He had told Joan that the reason he hadn't read it was because he was afraid she had blamed him, but that was only part of it.
He was angry.
More angry than anyone knew, even his father. He and his mother had always been so close. Though he loved his dad, it was his mother he had wanted to take after. She was the one who had inspired his work, because she used to love to be unique. She didn't care what people said about her. And he had always admired that.
But then one day, his mom wasn't as eccentric as she usually was. He had just thought that maybe it was a mid-life crisis.
One that began to get worse.
She no longer laughed, she no longer carried her head high, she no longer liked to listen to the birds sing in the morning.
The only thing that made her smile was his art. That's why he continued to make it. Part of him hoped that it still made her smile in the after-life.
He remembered that she had loved the sculpture he had made her for her birthday, and she had been more cheery that day. He had truly believed that she was going to get better. That was before he came home 3 days later to find her in the bedroom with a gunshot wound in her head, a gun on the floor next to her, and a letter for him clutched in her hand.
After her funeral, his shock began to fade and was slowly replaced with anger. Why should he read a letter she left him, when he felt like she betrayed him? So he put it in a drawer, and never took it out.
Until now.
But looking at it only brought back the feeling of hostility he felt towards his mother.
29,350 people died from suicide in the year 2000. It should have been one less. She had turned into a statistic, the one thing she had never wanted to be, because then you became a number, no longer an individual. And now he didn't want to be like her.
He had sworn to himself after her death that he would never become a statistic. And that's why he needed to forgive Jane. If she hadn't destroyed 'Ascension,' he would have dropped out of school. He would've become the one thing he now hated the most.
And he knew what he had to do next.
Adam stood up, grabbed the letter, and left for the Girardi household.
~*~
THE END!
Author: Megan, AKA PITAchic
Rating: PG
Summary: He had told Joan that the reason he hadn't read it was because he was afraid she had blamed him, but that was only part of it.
Disclaimer: I own everything! That's right, I am the owner! I have lots of money and awards! And best of all, I own Adam! He's all mine! Ha, only in my dreams, the only thing I own is a cat.
Spoilers: Takes place during "Jump," before Adam goes over to Joan's house with the letter.
Warning: Talks about suicide!
Author's Note: Another short fic, but I don't think it's that good. Oh well, I'm starting a longer one soon, I should have the first chapter posted by Tuesday. It's called "Echoes of Angels," so keep an eye out for it! And as always, please R&R (even if you think it sucks)!
~*~ Statistic ~*~
He sat staring at the letter on the table.
He had told Joan that the reason he hadn't read it was because he was afraid she had blamed him, but that was only part of it.
He was angry.
More angry than anyone knew, even his father. He and his mother had always been so close. Though he loved his dad, it was his mother he had wanted to take after. She was the one who had inspired his work, because she used to love to be unique. She didn't care what people said about her. And he had always admired that.
But then one day, his mom wasn't as eccentric as she usually was. He had just thought that maybe it was a mid-life crisis.
One that began to get worse.
She no longer laughed, she no longer carried her head high, she no longer liked to listen to the birds sing in the morning.
The only thing that made her smile was his art. That's why he continued to make it. Part of him hoped that it still made her smile in the after-life.
He remembered that she had loved the sculpture he had made her for her birthday, and she had been more cheery that day. He had truly believed that she was going to get better. That was before he came home 3 days later to find her in the bedroom with a gunshot wound in her head, a gun on the floor next to her, and a letter for him clutched in her hand.
After her funeral, his shock began to fade and was slowly replaced with anger. Why should he read a letter she left him, when he felt like she betrayed him? So he put it in a drawer, and never took it out.
Until now.
But looking at it only brought back the feeling of hostility he felt towards his mother.
29,350 people died from suicide in the year 2000. It should have been one less. She had turned into a statistic, the one thing she had never wanted to be, because then you became a number, no longer an individual. And now he didn't want to be like her.
He had sworn to himself after her death that he would never become a statistic. And that's why he needed to forgive Jane. If she hadn't destroyed 'Ascension,' he would have dropped out of school. He would've become the one thing he now hated the most.
And he knew what he had to do next.
Adam stood up, grabbed the letter, and left for the Girardi household.
~*~
THE END!
