Forlot: The Thanksgiving Horror - Book Fourteen

Chapter Eleven

I know, I know. I stole money from a homeless person. I stole money from somebody who had little. To make matters worse, I also stole his can.

I do not know what I was thinking. I do not even know why I took the man's can. Guess that I wanted to prove a point. A lame point. That his kind does not belong in this world. I would not have liked it back then, but I do wish that someone, even the homeless guy, slapped my face. I deserved to be slapped across the face. Maybe it would have taught me a lesson, but I doubt it. It would not have phased me, and I would have continued with this behavior.

Nobody deserved to deal with that attitude. Not Mom. Not the homeless guy. Not even my friend Emily. Now that I am thinking about it, I was a victim too. I am not saying it to justify my actions. I am saying it because it is true. It is like with mental illness. People do not like what the mentally ill do sometimes, but just because a person is mentally ill does not mean that they are evil. They do not know what they are really doing and need help.

I am not mentally ill, and Mom is not a bad parent, but the way that I was raised made me into the person that I am not proud of. I wish that I could take back all that I did. I am responsible. Not Mom or Dad. I am the one who did it, so I should be the one to fix it. Sounds fair, right?

A nurse came into my mother's room and gave me the sad news. She told me that Mom would not be coming home that night and why.

"I am sorry, Steven. I know how much you wanted her to come home tonight. But you must understand."

I twiddled my thumbs and looked up at her. "You sure that you are sorry?"

"Of course. I know the bond between a mother and her child. After all, I have a son."

I examined her from top to bottom. "You are too old to have a son."

Her eyes went wide. "E-excuse me?"

"You heard me." I pointed at her. "You are waaaaay too old to be a mother."

She took a step back and tried holding back tears. "I...I cannot believe what just came out of your mouth." She shook a finger at me. "You ought to be ashamed, young man. You are old enough to know to not insult people, especially if they are strangers."

"I am not insulting you. I am telling you the truth."

"By telling me that I am too old to have children? That is disrespectful not only to me, but also to my son. You do not even know how old me and my son are. So who are you to judge?"

I scowled at her. "You are the one who is pushing both you and your son down a slippery slope."

"Which means...?"

"Which means that you are denying the truth."

The nurse huffed and spun around. "I will not listen to any more of your rubbish." With that, she stormed out.

I sighed and went back to what I was doing. "Glad that she is gone."

Yeah. Not one of my shining moments.

Later, another nurse entered and told me to leave. She did not say it nicely. It was like that she did not want to be there.

"Have your parents ever taught you some manners?" I snapped.

"My parents are dead," the nurse replied.

I was not expecting her to say that.

I bit my bottom lip and hesitated. "...that does not give you the right to shout at kids whose moms are fighting for their lives."

She raised an eyebrow. "I did not shout at you."

I squinted at her. "So you are lying now." I jumped out of my chair and gathered my things. "I am out of here."

She pointed at my mom. "Are you going without saying goodbye to your mother and giving her a kiss?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed past the nurse. "Kisses are overrated."

Visiting hours were over. I was disappointed that I had to leave Mom. Leave her alone with doctors and nurses whom I did not trust. At the same time, I was glad that I was leaving that stupid hospital. It was cold in there, and there is nowhere to put your legs up. And the food. Oh my gosh. The foods and drinks taste terrible.

"If something awful happens to Mom, then I will make them pay," I said as my house came into view. "All the doctors and nurses at that hospital will pay the price if Mom gets worse...or dies. Mark my words."

This was the first time that I would be alone in this big house. No Dad. No Mom. I hate being alone.

As I was walking to the front door, I noticed that there was a piece of paper. A paper on the door, which was a note.

Why was there a note on our front door?

I stopped in front of the door and noticed that the note was hanging by a piece of tape. Somebody had taped a note to the front door. The question is...who?

I yanked the note off the door and read it. This is what it said:

"Dear Steven,
I hope that you enjoyed the fish that I sent you. Fish is you in a nutshell. You are unattractive. You have such a slimy mind. And you are good enough to eat! Haha!"

I gasped and glanced over my shoulder. I was worried that somebody was watching me. I unlocked the door quickly, opened it, and shut it behind me.

I thought that I was safe now...

...but the fun was only beginning.

How wonderful.