"Shelby?" I was in total disbelief.
"Hi, mom." he said.
I ran up to him and hugged him tightly fearing that if I let go then he will disappear. I couldn't believe it.
"How?" was all I could manage to get out.
I was suddenly aware of someone shaking me. I awoke and realized I fell asleep. It was a dream, my son really was dead. I started to cry.
"Hey, don't cry." Ronnie tried soothing me as he rubbed my arm, it didn't help, I couldn't stop crying.
He picked me up bridal style and carried me into my bedroom and set me down on it. I laid my head into my pillow and cried.
"Ronnie, I really would just like to be alone. Please."
He hesitated, not wanting to leave. "I don't know if you should be alone right now Reba.'
I sat up in bed and looked at him. "I will be fine, just leave."
"Reba-" I cut him off.
"LEAVE!"
He was taken aback by my sudden outburst, but he got up and hesitantly walked to the door, looked at me one last time then left.
I cried into the pillow for god knows how long, until I finally decided enough was enough.
The dream pushed me over the edge. I have had enough. I wanted my son back .
I went back into the bathroom and pulled the same bottle I had out earlier back out.
I opened it and poured the pills into my hand.
I was doing it. I was done.
I swallowed one at a time, and before long they were all gone. I stumbled into my bedroom, the pills already taking an effect. I climbed onto my bed and curled up into a ball, before everything around me turned to black.