Don't Get Away From Me

57|Burden

[Edgar's pov]

6th of June, Tuesday.

"Uh...it's time already?" I groaned as I turned off the ringing alarm clock.

Kinda miss the warmth...

Edgar, stop it.

Sighing, I left the bed and went downstairs to freshen up myself. Yesterday, I could remember very clearly. Colette was sleeping right next to me and her warmth is the best feeling ever. Anyways, it's another Tuesday today, and the sky looked quite bright. I wished it's not gonna rain anytime soon.

My breakfast was a simple egg toast and a glass of milk. I spent like 5 minutes to finish it up and then I got ready for work.  It's early, so when I locked up the door and left my house, I took my pace slow. With my hands in my pocket, I walked to the road that'll lead me to Starr park while looking at the sky. I'm glad it's not raining again.

Before I entered Starr Park, there were a man and a kid standing near it. The kid had his excited and childish smile while his father, I assume, was frowning and looking at around, annoyed. Just one of those families...I didn't really care about it since I had been through some similar thing like the kid as well. Well, maybe worse because I wouldn't even get a chance to go to any park.

As I walked past them, I could hear the man mumbling.

"Son, look at that guy, if you don't study well, you're gonna be a poor park worker like him."

Is he saying me?

The kid replied with a very innocent voice, "But he can play all day long in the park! Isn't that AWESOME?"

I walked slower to hear their conversation. The man snorted loudly, "Life is about working and money and happiness, not playing and wasting your time, understand?"

"But daaaaad, playing makes me happy! Teacher tells us to relax from time to time too, so that we can grow!"

The father stayed silence for a while, "I'll find a new school for you, son. That teacher is totally stupid."

The kid gasped loudly and I could hear him sobbing almost immediately, "Wait dad! I'm sorry! I could hardly make friends here, please don't send me away aga-"

"Silence, son."

It reminds me of that woman...

I stop in the middle of walking, and let my brain absentmindedly playing back that shit.

[Flashback.]

I was 3, almost 4 years old.

"C-can I get a piece of paper? I-I wanna draw..." I said in a super small voice. Mom will give me, right?

The floor messy with broken glasses and I could smell something really weird and stinging. Some white flour was on a pack and I had no idea what's that. Mother was sitting on the counter and she was spaced out.

It was drug.

"Mommy?"

"For the last time, Edgar, shut the fuck up!" She groaned.