Heyall! I made up a new word: Putentaat. I have no idea what it means, but it's not a real word anyways! ahahH! So anyways, new chapter time [X
A young woman in her thirties stood crossing the streets of New York City with her 5 year old son. The little boy wore a red t-shirt and denim overall-shorts. He had brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She put him down on the street so he could walk on his own. The little boy ran exited to the sidewalk at the end of the street and stood waiting for his mother to join him. What the mother didn't see, however, was that there was a truck coming, and the light had just turned green. The little boy noticed the truck, but it was a little too late.
"MOMMY! NO!" The boy screamed. Then the mother was hit by the truck. All traffic was stopped, and a crowd gathered around the woman. The boy's cries could be heard, gradually growing faint until his weeping could not be heard.
Tony shot up immediately sitting up in his bed. He was still in his jeans, but had taken his shirt off. His metallic heart was beating furiously in his chest as he awoke scared stiff by his dream. He was breathing heavily but did not dare to speak. He was one second more of that dream away from getting tears in his eyes. He tried to sleep again, but couldn't. Having that dream brought the grief and sorrow of seeing his mother getting rammed by a truck. He remembered seeing the blood pouring out of her body.
Sad flashback time!
The little boy stood where he had seen his mother get murdered by a big scary truck, tears forming in his eyes. If only she hadn't put him down, she would've made it in time…..she would have never died. He ran over to the crowd of people surrounding his mother and easily pushed his way through. There he saw his mother, blood covering most of her body. His eyes widened and the people in the crowd started to realize that this little boy was the poor woman's son, and felt sorry for the poor young boy, seeing his mother like this at such a young age. The ambulance came to the scene and lifted the woman onto a stretcher and pulled a white tarp over her cold, dead body. The boy pulled on the paramedic's pant leg. The paramedic looked down.
"Is my mommy going to be okay?" The boy asked, crying. The paramedic knelt down and placed his hand on the little boy's shoulder.
"I'm afraid not, little boy. I'm so very sorry." The paramedic said, not really wanting to say such a grieving statement to such a young boy. The paramedic stepped into the ambulance and closed the doors. The little boy watched the ambulance slowly disappear down the street. Once it was gone, the boy ran to his father's work to tell him the news of what had just happened.
*sniffle* flashback end ]:
Tony opened his eyes and looked at the time. 6:42. He got out of bed and got dressed for school. He met Rhodey in the kitchen and the two proceeded to school together. Tony was unusually gloomy today, and Rhodey started to notice. Soon Pepper came along and noticed as well.
"Tony, man, what's wrong?" Rhodey asked his grieving friend.
"Well, I had a dream last night…" Tony started, but waited to finish.
"About what?" Pepper asked.
"About how my mom died." Tony finished, barely being able to say the words. His two friends then realized the seriousness of Tony's situation.
"Tony, I'm so sorry." Rhodey said in a reassuring voice that said 'everything is going to be okay'.
"No, don't be. It's not your fault, and that was a long time ago. I've already learned to let go, the dream just shocked me a little." Tony said. The three then proceeded into school and started their day. Tony eventually forgot his morning grief and continued to repair and fix his lab to the best of his ability, which we all know, is a pretty big ability.
Wwelllllll, that was interesting…..and sad! Yah, pretty sad. That's why I sniffled at the end of the flashbackkk! Hahahah [: well anyways, review!
