"Dad?... What are you doing in my room?.."
"Shush, Thomas.."
"Why do you have a knife!?"
"I said shush!"
"Dad wait!--"
Silence.
Silence had filled the Ridgewell household.
The mother was sat alone in the living room.
Her son was dead.
And her husband had left.
Hours passed.
Her son's best friend was in the living room with her, trying to calm her down.
But the mother was past that point.
She just kept crying.
Blubbering her son's name
Blubbering her Husband's name
Thomas
Duncan
It's all she could say
There was nothing Chris could do to cheer her up.
Eventually, Chris had to leave.
He tried and tried to tell the mother it would be okay.
She wouldn't listen.
He eventually left.
The mother had had enough...
She took the knife from her son's chest...
And plunged it into her own.
She fell on her son's bed, managing to grab his hand before death took her.
Chris came back the next day.
He couldn't find anyone.
He went to his friend's room to find the two bodies.
That of his friend.
And the mother....
He couldn't look.
He couldn't take it...
He had to live for his sister.
But his best friend was gone...
Chris left in utter confusion...
He jumped off a bridge later that day...
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Lost (A TomSka fic)
Short StoryA very dark story about a man getting killed by his father. It's very sad, I guarantee. TW: Death, Suicide.
