Lonely Places (Boyxboy) #Wattys2016

Twenty-Five

8

Present Day

This day was 25 years in the making. In just one month, I would b leaving prison and thrown back into reality. The first thing that I know I'm going to so is try and find Oliver. For all of my twenty-five years, my mom hasn't visited me. I can understand why, but I still am her son. For years I assumed she was dead and I still believe she is. 

I haven't made many friends here, and some one I have made have already left. Two still remain, Augustus and Caydence. Their both a couple years younger then me, and both here for totally different reasons. Augustus stole from 5th Avenue State Bank and Caydence is here for DUI.  Caydence leaves around the time I do, but Augustus leaves four years later.

"I'm gonna miss you guys!" Augustus says in his thuggish tone.

Caydence looks at Augustus, "Don't worry brother. I am sure I'll be back soon."

We all laugh as we leave the cafeteria. We share a jail cell, and being with these two saved me from killing myself three years back. Right when we get back to the cell, a guard is standing next to the bars.

"Someone is here to visit you, Tyler!" The guard says.

Who could it be? My mind first thinks of Oliver, but who it was shocked me so much I almost fainted.

"Mom?" I asked.

She smiles, not much though. I can tel she doesn't want to be here, and I can tell that grandma told her to come.

"Hey Tyler, I have some news for you." She says.

My heart drops because I'm scared she is going to tel me that someone died.

"It's Oliver, he's sick." she mutters.

My heart drops even more. "What do you mean mom?" I ask.

She replies, "He has thyroid cancer, and he only has 13 more months to live."

I try to hide back the tears but it is too hard. "That's why I came to get you out early. Welcome Home!" she gleefully explains.

My face lights up, and I feel elated. I'm still sad, but I know I'm going to these last months for Oliver his best.

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When we made it back to the house, memories from the past  hit me like a truck. Some good, some bad. My first kiss, my last day. This was my second chance.