Infectious

1: Lennox Skyes

There really is only one word to describe love. And that special word, or shall I say phrase, is love SUCKS. Now I'm not talking about the romance sappy type of love. I'm talking about the love between a family, between friends. Love shouldn't even be called love. I believe it's name should be changed to pointless. Or useless. Why not even pain, hurt agony.

Love is broken. I hate it so much. I loath it, and my heart burns at the mention of its simple name. Love, love, love. Death, dying, dead. It's all the same to me, and that'll never change.

What's the point of love if you always get hurt in the end? Is a bland feeling really worth all the torture that comes with it?

"Lennox," she whispered, her blue eyes, much similar to mine, filled with tears, "It's spreading."

I took a step back from her and lowered my eyes to the ground.

I hate love, I thought as my nails pierced into the palm of my hand.

"You must go," she said pushing my bangs back softly as she stroked my head, "I won't be around for much longer."

"That doesn't mean I can't stay," I said as I forced a smile on my face.

"No," she snapped at me, her eyes growing hard for a second.

My smile dropped and she let out a sigh, removing her hand altogether.

"I love you son," she said, as she folded her thin hands in her lap, "But I will not have you watch me turn like I watched your father,"

She paused and took a shaky breath before continuing.

"Like you watched your siblings, like I watched my children."

The longer she talked, the further my heart slowly broke into a thousand pieces that were scattered millions of miles apart.

"I have arranged for you to stay with the Hutton's-"

"But mom-," I protested while jumping to my feet.

"No Len," she said wiping her eyes, "Please don't make this harder than it is."

"Mother please-" I begged my eyes started to filled up.

"Len," she pleaded, "Please, do it, For me."

I stood there for what felt like hours, then I reluctantly nodded my head.

"Go pack," She said jutting her head off towards the stairs, "They'll be here to pick you up in the morning, first thing."

I sat back down, grabbing her hands in mine, and held on as long as I could before she ushered me off to pack my bags.

~*~

"Did you pack everything?" she asked as she looked at the few bags I had.

"Yes," I said solemnly.

She nodded and pursed her lips. I took my time to admire my mother then and there. I stood there waiting for the Hutton's and studied her until I could close my eyes and picture her perfectly. No body is as beautiful as when you see them for the last time.

The sound of a car pulling in our driveway made me panic and scream internally. Mother brought her eyes up to mine and frowned. She opened her arms and I walked into them.

"Oh my sweet baby boy," she cried out as she kissed me over and over again, "Always remember how much I love you, and please don't dwell on the past."

Even though I told her I would, I couldn't help but think: "If you love why are you letting me go?" And all I can ever do is dwell on that moment and the ones like it.

"Goodbye my love," she whispered to me as she kissed my cheek, "I love you so much."

"I'll see you soon mom," I whispered to her.

We parted our ways and just before I took my last step in my house, my home, I turned around and said,

"I love you."

I could see that she was trying to keep it together, because I knew how it felt. I turned around, leaving the door open so she could see me safely go, and got into the navy minivan that sat in my driveway. My driveway.

We drove away from mom, from my home, from my life. I didn't speak at all that day, and they said they didn't expect me too.

When we got to the Hutton's house I went to my room and went straight to my bed. I laid down and cried, crying all through the day until my voice was gone and my eyes were cracked and dry.

People find it funny how they say you know you love someone so much when you let them go.

I didn't find it funny.