Back at home things were a beginning to look different. I was getting ready for bed when my mom came in. "Sweetie who's Eli?" She asked, with a seeming to care voice. " He's my best friend mom." "Oh did you meet him at camp?" "Yup." "Now Parker what makes Eli so special you have to go across town for him?" I began to tell my mom the story of that night out on the porch , she smiled and grinned and just seemed happy about me interacting with someone finally. Then when I got into Eli's story she almost cried. "Mom I want to do something to help." "Parker we can't adopt him, we can't afford it." As my mom was walking out of my room I said " Mom I finally told someone who wasn't Trevor that I loved them... Maybe Eli truely needs to see he's loved..." She stopped right in her tracks as she was shocked by me saying that. She turned with a confused but yet curious loom on her face and asked. "Eli really means that much too you?" "Just look at what he did for me mom." Mom sat down on my bed. "You know what I owe him for what he did for me as well. As you know your father was here, he somehow knew that Eugene to go shopping I was in my bedroom so I didn't have a chance to go anywhere or grab the phone." "What did he do to you?" I asked. " He kept asking me where you were, and everytime I didn't answer he'd hit me." Mom said, rubbing off some of her make up revealing some bruises. "Why didn't you tell him the first time!? I would have rathered him find me than hurt you again!" "Parker , you dont know what he wanted to do to you. He thinks you let Trevor die. He wanted to do something terrible." "I think I let him die too mom! I could have stopped it!" "But where would you be? You could of been killed and Trevor would have been the one sitting here..." "The world needed him more than they need me!" I said once again sobbingly. "Parker... You know that's not true." "Really because Pay It forward isn't working for me, it did for Trevor..." "How do you know? Just because you don't see it working doesnt mean it isn't. Good night sweetie." After my mom left my room I couldn't do anything but think about what she said. She's right though, Trevor didn't get to see the impact he made on the WORLD... So how was i supposed to know if restarting the movement was making a difference? I guess never, you just gotta hope and have faith in those you help, that they have faith in those they see that need help. It didn't take long for my thoughts to drift me to sleep as it was tiring day. In a dream I woke up to what seemed to be heaven, it looked a lot like earth just a lot cleaner and nicer. Infact it looked a lot like my street in Las Vegas. I was sitting on the street. Down the street was a freshly painted Dunkin Doughnuts, beside it was also a freshly painted Perkins. Just then I had felt a tap on my shoulder and slowly turned around only to see Trevor, and behind him was our house,only it was cleaner. Trevor lived by himself in the house and he explained it was because the rest of us were still alive. He took my hand and he told me he saw how people were affected by the continuation of the movement... He told me specifically that he can't show me who affected or how its affecting them as he said I'd see one day. And as he said that he burried into a hug and as he let go a circle opened up in the ground and I woke up.
