A/N: Ewww! School was really boring and sucky-ish today. *sighs* Life is hard. Oh, and remember how I told you that Roach hates being carried/ picked up? Well, I figured since Roach is sleeping and the 141 is just hanging around the Ghosts base and that's boring, I'm gonna do a time skip thingy, BUT I'm gonna fill it in with some background stuffs! That makes it less bad, right? This one will explain why Roach hates being carried...

Info

·Roach (Gary) is about 11

·His little brother (Charlie) is at school, so he's not in this one.

·Alyss is Gary and Charlie's mother

Gary sat on the swing, slowly moving back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth. He had skipped school today so be could go visit his mom in the hospital. She had been in the hospital for almost four months because she had brain cancer and was receiving chemotherapy. He loved visiting his mother. She was the nicest person ever.

Dad should be here in a few minutes to pick me up, he thought.

He waited for a few minutes, then he saw John and ran to him.

"Hey kid, how you doin?" John said with a smile.

He messed up Gary's hair and Gary made a face before fixing it.

"Good! Hey dad, can we get ice cream?" Gary asked, jumping up and down with excitement.

"No, we gotta go visit your mom, remember?"

"I know, but mom wants ice cream! Can we please go?" He asked, making puppy dog eyes.

John looked at him for a minute before giving in.

"Alright fine, but we gotta hurry!"

They walked down the street to the ice cream shop and got ice cream. Gary got chocolate (as always) and John didn't get anything, he didn't really like sweet things. Gary happily licked at his ice cream while they walked to the hospital. They lived in the part of town where most places were within walking distance, so most of the time they walked. They walked in silence, Gary too busy eating his ice cream to talk, and John not much of a talker.

They rounded the corner and could see the hospital. It was huge. It was eight stories tall and had alot of space. Gary had been there more times than he could count, but it never ceased to amaze him how tall the building was. He always felt short when he got near it. They entered the building and got on the elevator. His mom's room was all the way up on the sixth floor. Room 418.

"Daaad." Gary said as he finished his ice cream.

"What is it?"

"I'm tired... can you carry me?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"...Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"Still no."

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-"

"Okay, okay, okay, fine. C'mere."

Gary ran to John and jumped into his arms.

"Wee!"

They were both laughing and having fun. They reached Alyss's room and John knocked on the door. There was no reply.

"Alyss?"

Silence.

"Honey, are you in there?"

Silence.

"Alyss please answer me."

Silence.

John reached out and hesitantly opened the door. The sight before him caused his arms to give out and Gary fell to the floor with a dull thud. Alyss was still sitting in bed, the heart monitor showed a flat line.

~Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep~.

Alyss's face was as white as the sheets on the bed and she laid unnaturally still. Gary couldn't believe she was dead. He wouldn't. She couldn't be dead. How could that even happen? He felt like he was being ripped apart piece by piece as his whole world came crashing down right in front of him. He desperately wanted to look away from the heartbreaking scene before him, but he couldn't. Even if he had, he was sure the image of his dead mother would've stayed in his mind. Little did he know that this image would stay in his mind and haunt him for years to come. Gary sat on the floor, too shocked and devastated to move. He didn't even notice as the tears rolled steadily down his cheeks.

His mother was dead.

What would he do now? What was he supposed to tell Charlie? Alyss hadn't even been dead for an hour yet and he already felt a huge empty space in his heart where his beloved mother was supposed to be. He already missed her terribly. She was right in front of him, but not at the same time. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she was gone. And that she wouldn't be coming back. No more warm hugs before bed and sweet 'I love yous' before school in the morning. No more soft voice singing him back to sleep after a nightmare. No more playful teasing when he made a silly mistake. No more gentle, loving kisses before he fell asleep each night.

No more mom.

A/N: I just want to explain something in case anyone is confused now. John was a good father before Alyss died, after that he got depressed and angry and upset and then he started drinking. He got addicted to alcohol and started abusing Gary because he was angry about Alyss's death and there was no one else to blame but Gary. Gary never let him hurt Charlie, but they both hated John. And if it wasn't clear enough already, Roach hates being carried because it reminds him of the day his mother died and thus marks the day that from then on, his life sucked. Also it's because he can see Alyss dead in the hospital bed again when someone picks him up. Basically it just brings back terrible memories. Better? REVIEW!