Short Stories

Alone again.

Tw~ death, suicide, cancer. If you can't read this it's okay just go take care of yourself and I'm sure you can read one of my others that I'm working on. 

  Jamie was abandoned by his biological mother at birth, leaving him in front of a random persons porch and running off after ringing the bell. Even though it saddens him he is still grateful to have been left to someone as wonderful as Ms Adia. She raised him and taught him so much in life. He was happy to have her as his mother even if she wasn't his real one. The memories they gained together were fulfilling. 

  After a long day at college classes he sat down at his dining table with Ms Adia and rubbed her back gently, it was the three year anniversary of her husbands death, also known as his father. He looked down and sighed heavily. He didn't have much of a relationship with him so most of his sadness about his death was just him feeling bad for Ms Adia. She smiled at him softly and warmly, putting her hand on his then frowning slightly. 

She placed her hand on her head on grunted softly. 

" .. mom?" Jamie says, in a worried voice as he stands up quickly and rushes to grab a glass of water for her. "Are you okay? do you need anything?" He places the glass near her and kneels down, looking at her. 

"No darling..just take me to my bed please.." She says in a weak voice as she begins to stand up along with him. But coughs up blood once she does, looking up at him before fainting and falling to the floor. 

    After a long hospital visit he goes home with the news that his mother has terminal cancer. Nothing to do about it, she'll never get better and only has a few weeks to live. He sits on the couch, fighting his tears as he tries to figure out what he's going to do without her and how he could ever miss the signs of this sickness. He goes to her room and looks at her as she sleeps, thinking of why she would ever refuse treatment even if it was terminal.. he needed her to be there with him a little while longer. He hated himself for not noticing she was sick. 

   After a month and a half, he sat on the side of her bed as she lays there. He tried his best to make these last few weeks of her life as fulfilling and happy as he ever could. He even learned how to make her famous cherry pies and would give them to her after the dinner he'd cook for her. But now, she was too weak to just go to the bathroom. He held her hand and looked down at her, fighting his tears once again as she took her last breath. He gave her a proper burial and would visit her twice a week. But, he was a wreck. 

   The house was a mess, he was struggling to juggle classes and a job to pay the bills for the house she had left for him. There was barely any food in the fridge so he'd just eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and on most nights, he wouldn't eat anything. One day, he looked at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his fingertips across his eye bags and stubby beard that began to grow from the lack of self care. He thought to himself what would mom think if she saw me?  hoping it would cause him to open his eyes and get his shit together .. but it didn't he was too broken without her. 

    The love he felt for his mother was a love he's never felt for anyone. He's never gotten close enough to a friend to ever care for them as much as he did for her. She took him in without ever having to, she took him in even if it was a long process to be able to keep him. She loved him.. more than his real mother ever could. No one showed him as much love and care as she ever had. He broke into tears, sitting against the wall and hugging his knees tightly. How stupid could I be? Why did I ever think I could move on from this? he thought to himself. 

  Just then an idea came to mind. What if he joined her? Then he could see her again and never worry about having to lose her again. He stood up and grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills he had been taking lately and swallowed every single one of them as fast as he could. His chest felt heavy and he had a sharp pain, his breathing slowed and he began to feel dizzy. He sat against the bathtub and slowly laid on his side, closing his eyes and seeing her. Her hand reached out to him, taking him in with open arms. He never opened his eyes again. 

He was buried next to her and lays with her forever.