Aylau's POV
I wait for my lovely parents to walk in the even if they are addicts, they seem like the people I most want to see.I don't have any other friends, except for Alyssa occasionally.I smile remembering our shared smile, and our lovely hand was warm and smooth almost welcoming.I like how our hands fit together, like a lock and key.I can't think about her that way, she would never like me like that. I skake my head clearing up my thoughts.I see my mothers flowing blonde hair as she walks in the room letting orphling blue eyes land on runs to me cuddling me.
Apparently she was in one of those states where she couldn't talk so I did all the talking.
"I'm not coming out." I say watching her eyes fill with shakes her head, she knew I was dieing but not in this way.I silently agree with her. it's something that we have had to do. We practically made our own sign language when she was in this are connected not only by DNA but by mind hugs me closer.
"I...I...I," she stutters.I take her hand wanting her to say whats on her mind. I start to feel anger boiling up in my stomach. Why couldn't she stay sober enough for the reaping? I feel a pang of guilt, my mother would neverhurt a soul in the world.
"Yes, momma?" I ask as she continues to stutter.
"Lo...love," She manages to say. I smile, atleast she is trying.
"What do you love, momma?" I ask.
"You!" She says without difficulty. I pull her in to a hug.
"I love you too!" I say smiling from ear to ear. It's the first time in my life that she has told me that she loves me.
"i'm...mmmm... s...s...s..o...sor...sorry." she exhales as she says that.
"About what?" I ask confused.
"I never showed you that you mattered alot to me." She spells out with her hands, now tired from talking.
"It's okay!" I say giving her a hug.
"You understand?" she spells. I nod.
"Times up!" calls the stupid pulls me close and I let her baby me.
"NO!" A strangled cry emerges from her lips.
"Come on Mam," He says. "Aylau has other visitors." I brighten up at this, wondering who it could be.
"Bye momma I love you!" I call to my mother.
"I love you to!" she spells from the peacekeepers firm grip.
I watch the dor excitedly. In steps my dear father. Once the door closes behind him he sinks to the ground, with his green eyes on fire.
"You came." I say.
"Yep." He says, his voice deep and gruff.
"I love you son, never forget that." He says. He walks over to me leaning on the wall for suppot. He pulls me in to a bear hug that I return happily.
"I love you to dad." I say for the first time. Even though I said it, I'm not sure I meant it. With that said he strides out of the room, occasionally tripping to the side obviously drunk.I crawl up on the window ledge and wait for the peacekeepers to take me away.