Conglomerated Yarns - A Short Story Collection

M-mommy...?

She gently caressed the neatly trimmed rose bushes as she made her way through the beautiful flower garden. Soon, much too soon for her liking, she reached the crumbled house that had once been a beautiful cottage. Their cottage. She unconsciously clenched her hands as she gazed at the ruins of the once imposing building. Slowly walking towards it, she let herself glance at the overgrown rose bush at the side of the building before stepping into the ruins. Rubble and dust quacked as she walked further, cobwebs and thick dust adorning the few walls that has been somehow left standing. The gritting of glass beneath her feet prompted her to look down, face impassive as she crouched down to look at the photo of the child who she had, but had left to rot.

~•~

Big, fat tears trailed down his pudgy cheeks as he watched his mother. He had come running home to his mother, just to get a bunch of scratches and wounds from the rosebush his mother had pushed him into. He watched as she packed all her belongings, confusion and hurt swirling in his eyes. Timidly getting up, he approached her, only to get a hard slap on his face.

"You ruined my life, you worthless brat! Your pathetic disease has ruined my life!. I'm leaving with my husband so I can have a life I deserve, a life you won't curse with your disgusting presence. You can rot here for all I care!"

He followed her to the door with timid footsteps, tears rapidly soaking his small face.
"M-mommy...?"

The black haired women spun around to slap him, only to flinch when she saw her child's tear soaked face that were adorned with cuts and blood along with her red hand print on the apple of his cheeks. She watched him pull out a few things from his bag before holding them out to her.

"I- I made this for you.. At school. You were not smiling.. a-and I just want you to smile.. Im sorry i'm not good at anything..." He whispered, offering her the items in his hands.

She gently took the gifts, barely managing to catch it when her baby flinched from her fingers grazing his. She watched him sit down and curl into the smallest ball, before looking down to see a clay molded bead necklace painted her favorite colour, a simple smiley face panted on a marble rock and a picture, which contained two stick figures. She clenched her hands when she saw that he had not included himself in it, just her and her husband.

Regret quickly overtook the satisfaction she felt when she had hit him, prompting her to kneel down in front of her shaking baby.

"Baby, I-I- Mummy is sorry.. But,, baby I-..don't cry baby, please dont cry...."
"I just want you to be happy mommy. I'm sorry I don't make you happy." He whispered as he made his way into the cottage. "Tell d-daddy i'm sorry Mummy...."

She watched as her baby walked into the house, his feet dragging behind him. She stood there for a few moment before she walked closed to door knob only to falter when she heard a loud sob coming from the other side. Cracking the door open, she peered into the door to see her baby curled into a ball around his stuffed toy, tears forming a small puddle under his head.

"I'm sorry, i'm so sorry I am so bad. W-why does everyone leave me! W-why doesn't anyone love me! I'm sorry!

She let out a sob as she wrenched her hand away from the door knob, turning away and walking in the direction of the car that was waiting for her. She hurriedly got in, collapsing onto her husbands chest as soon as she closed the door. Her husband wanted to ask what's wrong, when the drawing caught his attention. Guilt and sadness filled him as he gazed at the picture, which was lacking a smaller, third stick figure.
Ordering the driver to drive them away, which got him a reply with no little disgust, he gazed at the house one more time before turning to look away.

~•~

"Mama?" Her childs voice brought her to the present, eyes quickly glancing at her side to see her baby clutching another photo of his.. elder brother, staring at her in question.
"Mama, who thish?"
"Your.. Your brother sweety"
"Brotha! Me having brotha?" Her baby asked, delighted at the possibility of having a brother. All his friends had brother, now he would have one too!

Her heart squeezed as she gazed at the delighted expression on her baby's face, regret and guilt clouding her mind at the same time.
"N-no baby, not anymore...."
His eyes scrunched in confusion, mouth opening to ask her why only to let out a shriek as his father lifted him up, carrying him outside the house. Her eyes watered at the scene, clutching the photo in her hands tightly as she imagined her oldest together with them. He could have, if she hadn't left him, if she hadn't broken him. He would have been there with her, would have been entering his high school, would have been able to teach and love his brother. He wouldn't have had to be alone, to be scared and frightened at the mere age of 5, to be... to be raped at the tender age of 5 and left to die if she hadn't left him, left him in the moment of spite and anger. They didn't pick him up on time, they were too late to save him. She would never be able to forgive herself for what she had done, but she couldn't punish herself, not when she had another child who need her guidance and love, who she would treat like she should have treated their eldest son.

Picture still in hand, she walked back to her incomplete family, never once looking back for she feared she would not be able to return if she did.

*A/N*
Well.. Hello again.
This one's a bit dark and as much as I want to deny it, this had happened, is happening to many children and adults in this world. We all see the bright and cheery side, but the dark and dreary is equally revolting and terrifying. I hope with all my might that none of us would ever have to go through that, and if you have, then just remember that you are not alone, and please don't give up.

Stay safe, healthy, and have tons of fun!
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