While it is Light

Chapter V

Monday 12:00 P.M
Daisyville High School
Player: Salvatore

Salvatore sat outside, thinking about life. He thought about his parents, and how they had been such promising people until they had him.

Salvatore had driven them to addiction, subsequently ruining his own life. He looked at his hands, hands that had killed someone innocent. He balled his fists up and pushed his face against his knees, trying to call himself.

Tears welled in his eyes as he recalled the few years before his parents were chest deep in their addiction. He recalled his mother telling him he was like an art piece, special and meant to be treasured and showed off.

Salvatore had once listened to his mom say this, and laughed at her silliness, but he wished now for nothing else but a moment as sweet as that. A moment he could look at his parents with love and adoration, a moment where everything felt normal.

But Salvatore thought his mother to be stupid. If she only knew what he would do, she would have never called him an art piece. Never have called him special.

Never have told him he should be treasured.

Salvatore stood up and went inside, looking for a teacher to help.