Charles Lee

2. Mother

My mother died.

I was seven.

The only person who ever held me to this earth, my only anchor to sanity, my last thread of calm... just... gone.

No one took me to church on Sundays anymore. No one was there whenever I needed them to cool my temper.

I was alone.

I didn't even go to her funeral. I couldn't. Instead, I played with West. I got into a fight with someone who was trying to bully her. First time I ever broke my nose.

But the pain was irrelevant. It didn't even mask what I was feeling inside.

Nothing could ever match or cover up the agony I felt when my mother passed away.

I felt like everything in my life was over.

It had all been ripped apart and I couldn't see past my rage against the world- but the rage was only a cover up to hide the wretched sorrow that ate away at me.

Nothing was the same ever again.