He pulled into his drive way, he whipped away his tears so his mom wouldn't think he was weak. He walked through the door to see his mom with a bottle of vodka, drunk was far past from were she was. He walked over to her trying to remove the bottle from her tight grip. She put up a fight, ending in her hitting him on the head with the bottle with full speed. He dropped to the floor holding his head. All she did was laugh at his pain and giggle "You stupid ass, No wonder she killed herself because of you!!!"
He got to his legs and grabbed her arm with a look of disgust. Tears filled his eyes making him release her wrist. He walked to the stair case and turned around with a whisper "your so stupid, you have no idea what your doing to me mom." He ran up the stairs, his tears finally stopped for the moment. He got to the top of the stairs and opened his door; he froze…his body shocked because his razor blade was on the dresser. He could hear my voice, see my smile. He fell to his knees swiping the razor on the way down. He held it in his hand as tight as he could. He crawled to the back of his closet and held it till it cut the skin around his hand. He pulled out his phone and opened it to see me, I was there with a big smile and dimples, and he felt a cold feeling in his heart. He flipped though his photos seeing pictures of us together kissing, hugging, and just me, he had pictures of me that I didn't even know about.