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Other: Here's the next chapter. It's horrible and heart-breaking. :( Thank you 'the airhead', who left me a lovely review. I couldn't message you my gratitute because you weren't logged in. I appreciate everyone who has reviewed! They make me so happy. :)

I hope you enjoy this chapter the best you can. Thank you for reading this far, and I apologize for the shortness. I was in a rush to publish it. ^^"'

Horror and cold fear washed over Adam's body, freezing him, forcing him to remain motionless and tense in that chair, unable to flee. Even if he was able to stand up to leave, his mother had Adam's wrist in a death grip; he'd have to beat her to get her to let go. So he sat there, staring at the dying woman as the blood drained from his face, leaving him a sickly pale color, his eyes wide. Flashbacks from his childhood raced through his mind, and his breathing quickened.

"I've been looking for you for years, you miserable little bastard. You thought you could just run away and leave your father and I, who fucking raised your pathetic ass despite the fact that we never wanted you to begin with? If so, you're so fucking wrong. When I saw on the news that you'd been kidnapped by Jigsaw and had been rescued, I was furious. Someone finally had the balls to throw your fucking useless self into a dirty, cold, dark room, in which you deserved to rot away, and of course the law somehow finds the need to take you out. I had to find you, to continue Jigsaw's idea, to throw you into our basement and leave you there to fucking die. But by then, I was too sick, and your father had already died. It was impossible. That's the real tragedy of this fucking disease. I die, knowing your stupid ass is still living on this earth, unscathed," she snarled, her voice dripping with fury and hatred.

Adam's eyes, glistening with an unshed sheen of tears, opened his mouth, struggling to find something – anything – to say to the woman who had provoked fear and horror in him all his life. The woman whom he'd always despised yet couldn't help but feel the urge to win her appraisal and love. His body felt cold and numb all over, and he stammered incoherently, breath hitching, throat constricting. With her free hand, his mother slapped him hard across the face, silencing him. Trembling, Adam slowly turned his head back to face her once more, a red mark already forming her hand print on his pale cheek.

"Shut your fucking mouth. I don't want to hear any of your shit. You deserve to die, not me. You were an unwanted accident, a bundle of annoying, disgusting, infuriating, misery. All you were and always will be is a nuisance, a burden. And as if you weren't a complete waste of our lives enough, you couldn't redeem yourself by finding a worthy girl; no, you had to go and become a fucking faggot. How disgustingly pathetic, how shameful, how utterly expected of a stupid-ass bastard like yourself. Living with that rich doctor, ruining his life, throwing your unwanted, needy, whiny, pathetic self at him; I pity the poor man. He could do so, so much better than the piece of shit like you. I don't understand what he sees in you. Look at yourself; the world's scum. He probably keeps you around just to have someone suck his cock and fuck him until he can find someone better. That I can understand. That's about all you can do, isn't it? Suck cock and mooch off of people. I hear you're living with him. Can't even afford your own apartment, can you? That's because you're so fucking stupid that you can't get a job, plus the fact that you have absolutely no skill and talent when it comes to anything. Who would hire shit like you? You've got no education. You're nothing more than a piece of trash blowing across an abandoned highway; useless, unwanted, disgusting. The shame of humanity," Adam's mother sneered.

Her son could do nothing more than sit there and listen, absorbing every word, a couple of tears sliding down his hot cheeks. He swallowed hard, each cold word stabbing into him. He began to believe her.

"So why don't you do the world a favor? Something to make up for the fact that you've polluted it for so long with your pathetic-ass life? I've got just the solution, too," she said, using her free hand to reach below the covers slowly. She pulled out a gleaming scalpel, offering it to him.

"Kill yourself. Leave this planet. It's not like anyone will care. Nobody will even notice. Dr. Gordon will be disappointed that he doesn't have a piece of shit to suck him off any more, but he'll get over it; he'll find someone else. And I fucking hate you; I always have and always will. I never wanted you. Never. And neither did your father, though that much was obvious. When I finally pushed you out of my body, after having carried you for nine, long, wasted, miserable fucking months, they forced me to hold you. I was fucking disgusted as you were put into my arms. I wanted nothing more than to throw your weak, vulnerable, new body to the hard tile floor and hope that you died. I couldn't believe that karma was a bitch enough to give you to me. I only kept you and raised you in hopes that you'd be useful enough to get some money flowing into our wallets. But of course not. You were a useless piece of shit like I knew you would be. I gave you the name 'Adam' because it was one of the nurse's names; the same nurse that gave me a quick fuck after I had gained enough strength to enjoy it. I couldn't think of a name – and I certainly didn't want to waste time choosing one, knowing I wouldn't be using it much anyway – so I decided to give you his name once I'd finished cleaning myself off," she said.

Adam, frozen and feeling nauseas, tears wetting his face, looked at the scalpel, tempted to take it and end his life, to escape the pain and misery he felt.

"So, make it up to me. Let me watch you die. Let me enjoy the sight of your dead body lying on the tile floor in a puddle of blood. Do that for me, since you've done nothing else for me. You fucking bastard, take the scalpel and do it!" she snarled, whipping the hand holding the scalpel at his face. The sharp point sliced his cheek open, from his temple to his jaw. Warm blood began to trickle from the cut, and he flinched, a sob clawing at his throat.

"I…I can't," he whispered. She glared at him in hatred and disgust, watching her only son cry, tremble, and bleed.

"Of course not; I was expecting as much from a pathetic, sniveling asshole such as yourself. I hope my next act fucking haunts your dreams for the rest of your useless, burdensome, shitty, fucking life," she hissed. With wide, tear-filled eyes, Adam watched in horror, unable to look away as his mother raised the scalpel to her own throat, tugging Adam close, their faces inches apart. Without hesitation or further preamble, Pamela Reynolds (Faulkner) slashed violently at her throat. Her blood splashed over Adam's face, neck and shirt, staining his lips, the metallic, coppery taste making his taste buds shriek in disgust and horror. The wet, warm blood made his skin feel sticky and gross, his shirt absorbing it quickly, clinging slightly to his chest and making him shiver.

She died almost instantly, the heart monitor – or maybe a different machine, Adam wasn't sure – began to beep wildly. Her blood covered hand fell l to her side, still holding the blood stained scalpel. For a moment, Adam remained leaning over his mother, covered in her blood, his eyes wider than ever with shock. Finally, he slowly leaned back, sitting as straight as a board in that chair, unblinking, his mind blank, his body cold and numb and bloody.

Everything seemed to melt away. Every thought, every matter, everything. Nothing mattered. His unblinking, wide gaze remained focused on his dead mother, on the gaping, horrifying gash in her neck. He felt and thought absolutely nothing. He was husk of himself, a hollow shell, sitting straight and rigid in that chair, his mother's hand still wrapped around his wrist, but limp; he could pull away easily now. But he didn't. He remained motionless and silent.

She had killed herself right in front of him.

She was dead.

Gone.

Forever.

I don't know about you, but I want to hug Adam and promise that everything will be fine, that Lawrence loves him, that nothing was his fault. :(

Poor darling.

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