Degraded

Chapter 6-Sam

Taking my time, I plod into my brother's room, for the first time since. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I look around. I am careful not to disturb any of his items, in fear if I touch or move anything, his presence would be gone forever.

Your making a mistake, Beatrice alerts me. I don't know what to do about her anymore. She tends to interfere with my thinking more and more as time goes on.

Maybe she thinks its the best for me. I really don't know her true intentions, but she helps me think straight through tough times.

I stand in place in the middle of the room, taking in everything. His room looks a normal high school boys.

Cluttered things on every dresser, pictures surrounding the walls, and an unmade full-size bed sitting mournfully in the corner. Pillows scatter on top of the bed, and a navy sheet and nautical comforter, that my mother designed, are half way hanging off.

I never thought I would come in this room again, let alone feel the things I feel now. I always keep my thoughts to myself, thinking I need to stay strong for my family.

A single tear falls silently against my face, and I slump to the ground, falling on my knees. I slide on my torso and lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling.

Peaceful, I feel peaceful while looking at his ceiling. A moral with boats in a sea surround it. Crawling up in a ball, I sit there and let everything sink in.
You need to go. This is too much, Beatrice informs me. Yes.

I never really counted how long I was in there for, but it felt like hours. Time seemed to slow down. Just when I was about to stand, my parents call my name. They must've seen me.

"Sam...," my dad starts, but I am already running and tripping into their arms.

I plummet into them, trembling and embracing them. Control, Beatrice says and I pull away from them. I look them deep in the eyes, their empathy shining bright and apparent.