To The End, chapter 6
TEARS
Tears. The warm water that was excaping the drummer's eyes. Tears.
"Why?" he thought out loud. "Why would she do that? What was her reason? I just don't get it...." Tre pondered why his mother would commit suicide. Stress? Lonley? Feeling neglected? He didn't know why. None of these really decribed his mother exept for the occasional stress she got from work.
And now she's gone. Forever. And she'll never be coming back.
The young boy decided that it would be best to take a long shower, try to get the leaving of his mother out of his tortured mind. But, he knew, that would never happen.
Tre walked down the hallway and turned left into the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. He then removed his shirt, then socks, following his pants, and did the same to his boxers. ^_^(Think about it, people!)
He slid the door to the shower open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He started the water and turned it up pretty hot, just where he liked it. The water poured onto his head, while he began thinking about all the times he and his mother had spent together.
When she was there to talk to him when he was lonely. Or to comfort him in his times of desperate need. And right now he would do ANYTHING to have her scolding him for some random act. He would give anything for her to be alive at that moment.
To see her face.
Just imagining his mother made Tre cry even harder than he already was. The tears dripping down his face felt warmer than the water that was steadily falling down onto him.
He slowly sank down the side of the shower, feeling as if the water were weighing him down. He put his head in his hands and continued crying.
It was as if that were the only option at the time.
But crying was not going to make his problems go away. It relieved Tre a little, feeling as if he wasn't responsible and it was OK to just go and cry, but he also realized that his dad hadn't even cried.
Yeah, sure. One sob. But it had happened that night, he should be crying just as much as Tre. After all, his father HAD known his mother even longer than he had, and Tre was still depressed.
At that moment, he wasn't to fond of his father, if you know what I mean. But, at that moment, he wasn't fond of anyone. Not even himself....
Tears. The warm water that was excaping the drummer's eyes. Tears.
"Why?" he thought out loud. "Why would she do that? What was her reason? I just don't get it...." Tre pondered why his mother would commit suicide. Stress? Lonley? Feeling neglected? He didn't know why. None of these really decribed his mother exept for the occasional stress she got from work.
And now she's gone. Forever. And she'll never be coming back.
The young boy decided that it would be best to take a long shower, try to get the leaving of his mother out of his tortured mind. But, he knew, that would never happen.
Tre walked down the hallway and turned left into the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it. He then removed his shirt, then socks, following his pants, and did the same to his boxers. ^_^(Think about it, people!)
He slid the door to the shower open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He started the water and turned it up pretty hot, just where he liked it. The water poured onto his head, while he began thinking about all the times he and his mother had spent together.
When she was there to talk to him when he was lonely. Or to comfort him in his times of desperate need. And right now he would do ANYTHING to have her scolding him for some random act. He would give anything for her to be alive at that moment.
To see her face.
Just imagining his mother made Tre cry even harder than he already was. The tears dripping down his face felt warmer than the water that was steadily falling down onto him.
He slowly sank down the side of the shower, feeling as if the water were weighing him down. He put his head in his hands and continued crying.
It was as if that were the only option at the time.
But crying was not going to make his problems go away. It relieved Tre a little, feeling as if he wasn't responsible and it was OK to just go and cry, but he also realized that his dad hadn't even cried.
Yeah, sure. One sob. But it had happened that night, he should be crying just as much as Tre. After all, his father HAD known his mother even longer than he had, and Tre was still depressed.
At that moment, he wasn't to fond of his father, if you know what I mean. But, at that moment, he wasn't fond of anyone. Not even himself....
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