He said he loved me... (completed)

Tragedy, tears and running

The weeks went on... I continued seeing Nico, and finally trying to get the will to speak to my mom about him. I knew that this will be hard. I knew that she will find it hard to accpet, but she'll have to... because... I... I might love him.

I know I shouldn't fall that easily, but it's been nearly three months and I was loving every single day of it. School too was awesome, my band 'Untitled' and my best buddies were soaring through the sky, doing covers of songs and just having fun!

One particular saturday morning, when the sun was up high in the sky and I had just awoken from my deep slumber I realised that there was something wrong. My mother was in the oposite room, quite frantically shouting into the phone.

I got up quickly, rose out of my bed and put my dressing gown on and rushed out, accidently slamming the door, making my mom aware of my presence.

"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling my eyes go wide.

"It's... it's your uncle... He's... dead"

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"What? Who...when? How?" I struggled, holding tears back, and it was visible that my mom was struggling too.

"He... he was drunk and he..." My mom rushed out of the room suddenly and I was left there... standing in utter and complete shock.

I even forgot to ask which uncle it was...

I quietly sat myself down with a cup of tea while my mind observed the information. A family member died. I had never had anyone close to me die and so I never knew what it felt like... but now, now I understand... And it hurt. I'm not even certain which of my many uncles had died but it still hurt.

My mother re-enterred the kitchen and made herself a strong coffee, I could see she added no sugar. She sat down in front of me and took a deep breath... I knew what was coming next.

"Your uncle. Auntie Ausra's first husband. David. The same one who paid for my bills when your father stole the money and spent in on alcohol. The same one who took us in on many accounts, and the same one who loved you and your brother like you were his..." She chocked on a tear.

It didn't fully sink in and I was unable to show emotion but I stuttered. "How?"

"He was drunk" She swallowed, almost recalling the phone call "And he 'fell' down a flight of stairs and hit his head onto solid concrete... he... he had internal bleeding and...died" She let a tear fall.

It was the worst thing seeing my mother cry. But then I realised the tone she used when she said 'fell'. "Why did you say 'fell' like that?"

"Because... he'd drink, yeah, but.. never had he... he'd always been so safe, and just this once... it.. I..." She stuttered and started to full on sob, muttering beneath her breath "What will the son do? His mothers' in england and his dad's dead..."

She got up and left. I heard the bathroom door shut.

Then it sunk in. My uncle is dead. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek.

I remember all he'd done for me. He was the good guy. Sure he drank, but beneath all that, his heart was so big... he loved everyone... All good suffer more... I had never heard a more correct qoute.

Now what will his son do? Just imagine how he'd feel...His mother (Auntie Ausra) had left for england a year ago, she wanted to take him but his father wouldn't let her... now his father had died. Alone. No, not alone, because he had his gran. Oh lord...His gran. David's mother had was alive to see her own child die... that is the most dreadful punishment a mother could have...

I couldn't stop these thoughts now... I felt so dreadful, my heart hurt.

I ran upstairs, changed, washed, yet still looked like a mess as I'd been sobbing all the time. I couldn't take it, I needed air.... I needed time alone...space...

"I'll be out...somewhere" I said quietly, quiet sure my mother heard, and ran out the door, not bothering to look in the mirror, already knowing that I looked like a mess.

I ran...

I just ran...

I didn't know where... I didn't plan...

I needed someone.

Nico