December 21st, 2006, 12:30 AM. Lying in my bed after praying gave me peace. Especially what happened today... My fist clenched my bed sheets in frustration.
I couldn't help but remember what happened to my mom. I hadn't been old enough to remember many details, only the shouting matches in my grandparents kitchen, the occasional sobs from my mother... The stories she told me of her childhood implanted in my brain as if I was the one who endured her pain and challenges.
My thoughts were discontinued as soon as I heard my bedroom door open. I turned around to see my mother still in her scrubs from working the nightshift at the hospital.
I let out an exhale as she walked to me, ruffling my hair and kissed my head affectionately.
"What are you doing up, hm?" she asked softly.
"I couldn't sleep." I murmured softly as she stroked my hair. I felt like a child around her, safe and loved yet so small.
She hummed and nodded as she pulled her hand away. She must've read my mind because she took a step back with a murmured 'Goodnight, dear.'
The door closed, the light from the hallway disappearing into the darkness. Drowning me inside it.
I shifted a bit to turn on my lamp. Looking through the books on my nightstand, only to pick some cheesy romance book my older sister gave me. I read it once, and for whatever reason I liked it. It could've been because the main character dies and the love interest can't move on... But I liked it.
After a few chapters of reading, I checked the time.
2:30 AM.
Some long chapters, I'd say.. I put the book back on the nightstand and turned off my lamp. Shifting another time to rest.
YOU ARE READING
When the Red Ribbons Meet
RomanceMatthew Howser is a 15 year old boy who practically hates everything. He never experienced love, let alone know the word. That is until a transfer student-Kris Rose, meets his gaze. He gets this (quote on quote) "sickening feeling" in his stomach an...
