He's Psychopathic

Chapter 25

Kaleb's P.O.V

       **Flashback**
I was rushed to the hospital and taken care of.  When I woke up my mother wasn't in my room as I was hoping.  I tried to get up but it was impossible. My shoulder felt too heavy and I was still in pain.  I fell asleep again and when I woke up there was a woman there. I didn't ask who she was but she stated it anyway. Her name was Sandra Bullitt. And she  was here to take.  I asked her where is my mother and she didn't answer.  I told her I wouldn't come with her until she tell me where my mother is.  She did tell me indeed and took me to my mother.  She looked like hell.  She had a lot more bruises on her face then before I left. She cried when she saw me because she thought I was dead. I wondered though. Why was my mother looked up behind bars and Sandra told me that after I was taken to the hospital my mother shot the gun men and she was about to do her time.  I cried because it was unfair. It was only self defense but she was still found guilty because the police was already there and she needed not to harm them.  I went to visit her after that and she screamed at me and tell me not to visit her anymore and I asked why. Instead of answering she walked away and didn't look back. I was placed in a foster home and I'd snuck out and I tired to talk with my mother but she told the guards she didn't want to see me and I went back every day for a month and then every week till my pride stopped me. And this is when my diagnosis began.

**End of flashback**

The room was cold and bare. Filled with loneliness and emptiness. Filled with sadness. The moment I stepped in I felt dismal and disoriented. The man in the room face held sadness and pity. Almost like that was face. He had to express that feeling everyday of his life. He stared at me for a while before opening the small cabinet. It labelled '702' . Slowly more of its pulled out and I could see the bare feet. The more he pulled out,I could see the full length of the body. I felt the big lump in my throat and I couldn't breath. He looked at me once again and I nodded slowly telling him I'm ready.

Slower he pulled the sheets down. I could see her forehead. It looked so cold and blue.He pulled down the sheet further and I could now see her closed eyes and her nose ,down to her blue lips and perfectly shaped face. Instantly I could see her smile. The lump gets bigger and bigger and I was choking. I stared at her lifeless figure. The only thing that kept me alive is dead. Lying lifeless in front of me. She can't be dead. It's impossible. If she dies then I dies.I held her hand. It was cold.

"Say something." I say to her,"Please just say something." I beg. Tears were streaming down my face and blurring my vision. She isn't dead. She isn't dead.

"Say something.  I'm giving up on you." I pleaded. She didn't move she didn't answer . And the tears flowed.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you." I whispered," I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

"Say something." I pleaded. My heart broke,whatever piece of it that was left. She didn't answer me and the lump grew bigger.

"Say something!!" I shouted at her and pulled on my hair.Nurse Anderson placed her hand on my back and tried comforting me . I don't need comfort right now. I need my mother. I haven't seen her for so long. This year was the year she would have been free. But instead she killed herself.

"Say something." I whispered pleading. I pleaded over and over again for her to answer me but she didn't answer.

"And I... will swallow miss you dearly. You're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye".

I had to leave,Nurse Anderson wanted to leave and the man just couldn't stand the emotion anymore. The stir in the pit of my stomach didn't go unnoticed and more tears flowed like a never ending river. How could she leave me like this? This broke me again.