Chapter Five
Responsible....
" They both enjoy this feeling called pain......they both hate.....they both.....,"
The man looked up as he found out something he should of recognized long ago. " They both....are alone.....Even if my brother has me....he rather spend more time....by himself......by himself in his own mind.....living in a world not real....a world of memories.....that he only knows.....,"
The man sighed and looked down at the white cement on which he walked on....., " And this girl......she is like that too....wanting no one.....feeling numb......living only in a world.....of terrible pain.....a world in which she is trapped.....bound by her own misfortune....her fate....her life.....a world in which she lives by memories alone.....a world in which no human soul.....can see.....or feel....or ever know.....,"
The man leaned up and looked.....
" Rain"
The young boy looked up, his short cut hair folding around his face. His eyes so lonely and cold in a world of his own.
" I am responsible...I am responsible, for her death....," he whispered, his arm supporting his head as he sat out on the balcony.
" I am responsible, for letting her die...,"
His vacant eyes closed to a memory...the memory as he watched his mother get hurt...helpless because she was weak...ever so weak....
Weak from the mocking of her family, the emotional pain that she went through, but never showed. That constant battle that went on in her head...
He watched as the man hurt her again, just kept hitting her....
She cried for him to stop...her hand quivering in midair as she reached out for him...a loving smile spread on her face, drenched with tears of pain...
" Please....," she whispered as yet another blow was thrown to her cheek, another kick to the side.
" Please...," a hopeful smile on her face still. Hoping the man would remember who he was, that, his anger would melt away...and he would be....
He slapped her once more as he left the room...slamming the door behind him, leaving the woman alone with blood stained rags and shards of broken glass.
" Please stop....please come back...," she whispered, her self-confidence and heart breaking in two as she watched the man that had once called her his little princess, his little flower...leave her alone...alone and hurt....
The boy watched from his little corner as the woman bent down and began to pick up the glass and clean up the blood. Her frame hindered and bent, a tear streaked face, torn clothing and mangled hair...but yet she smiled...
" Don't tell dad okay," she whispered to the boy and smiled, walking off into the next room to dispose of the evidence....
I could of stopped him, he thought. I could of stopped him from hurting her...
His face grimaced into a scowl....if only....he would of protected her.....
I wished you'd just die....
" I remember her...saying she was sorry...," he whispered to no one.
A boy with short cut hair yelled and screamed, his resentment and anger turning to rage. His voice rising and falling as he told her....
" She just smiled...the whole time....didn't say a word,"
The boy ran out, his face covered with anger...a cover for his pain and fear.....
The boy ran out, his tears screaming to run over as he ran, his heart pounding, his head become dizzier as his breaths shortened to gasps.....
" And I....ran away...,"
He cried inside as he huddled under a tree, the sky gray with light rain.
" To forget her....forget her...,"
His clothes drenched, his hair plastered, he walked back, retracing seemingly foreign steps...
" I came back though...I came back to tell her....,"
The woman smiled a sweet smile, her eyes loving, as she apologized....
Her voice drifting away, slowly, as she said she was sorry, she had caused him....
Pain...
She fell, her own body lying in her very blood, her hair draped though it like silk....
" Icame back to tell her I was sorry...but she was dead...,"
The sounds of an ambulance, the shouts of people and the rain as it beat the roof in torrents....
He stood alone, in the same spot, a shocked expression keeping him motionless...as he kept seeing her fall...out of the chair...onto the ground. In blood.
Suicide....
A bloody knife, found with bloody notes. Written in lilac ink. A message of repentance.
That's what was said....a message of repentance....
" Lilac ink..."
The laundry was done, the beds were made, the dinner was cooked and waiting.
The laundry was perfectly folded. The dishes perfectly put away. The home perfectly spotless....
Except for a spill of blood....on the floor...
" I am responsible....for my mother's death....I am responsible for her pain.....I killed her.....I am....,"
Responsible....
Rain drops tapped lightly to a quiet humming.
Lightening flashing through the sky.
And sat there was a boy with short cut hair....staring into memories of his own....
HEY HEY!!! Look I'm back!! YEA!!
Okay...so I really did enjoy this story so I decided to finish it so all my reviewers wouldn't be left hanging....if I still have any (sob)
Anyway....please enjoy....please don't hate me!!
Your ever loving writer person who is half crazy,
Never me (call me Ed...my name is Ed...)!!