Chapter Twenty One: Angels.
"Dad?!" He yelled through the house. He gulped, looking around with wary eyes. He really hoped that his daddy wasn't home, really, really hoped. He was petrified with fear. Fear for his own dad. After a few times of yelling out for his father, he realized he must've left for work. Or went to a bar to get drunk.
The boy sighed and went upstairs to his bedroom where he threw his backpack on his bed across the room. Mom, please come back. He thought to himself with tears in his eyes.
People always say when you die you come to heaven. Or maybe even hell. But Winter didn't believe that. He believed that good people, good spirits went to the moon. That's why the moon was always shining. It was the angels looking down at us, it was the angels making sure that we were safe.
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Short Story❝Grief and sorrow will always be near you, but it must not destroy you.❞ In which a broken girl and a broken boy were lost in a world full of agony. *** [completed] #86 in short story ; Broken Hills. copyright © 2016. all rights reserved.
