Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 5

So, before I say what happened some background. During my younger years I had a nice and problem free life. My mother worked as a lawyer and father stayed home and took care of me. It was always fun. My father was a kind and gentle man. If I was teased or called names he would take me out and we would, "Eat our worries away," as he liked to say.

But when my mother came home, which in itself was rare, the whole house kind of, died. It wasn't because she was mean or scary. She was just, distant.

My father tried to get her to stay home more often which resulted in many fights. Slowly it got worse. She started staying away more and more and my father became more and more sad.

She would stay away for long times but would come back, that is, until May 11th.

That day is when my father got a call that his wife was not coming back.

My father tore up the map looking for her. Any lead he found he took, any clue examined.

He even got a job so that he could support us and have money left over to search for her.

This went on for two years. We had no funeral, reason being no one knew where or what happened to her so we had no body to bury.

At the time I was only nine, but it still impacted me. My father became distant. After two years looking for a ghost he had become one. Needless to say we no longer had our close bond that we once had. My father never became an alcoholic, but he might as well have.

The kind and gentle man became angry and harsh. The doctor's said it was a form of post traumatic stress disorder, I didn't care what it was called I just wanted my dad back. Slowly, I lost hope and we became strangers who live together. He no longer cared and neither did I.

Nowadays he goes to work at a lumber yard comes home, sits in his room and blankly stares at the tv. When i'm lucky. Sometimes he has fits, if something happened during the day that would make him even the slightest bit mad he would go berserk at home. He had pills for it but never takes them, even though he goes to the store every month to get more.

So it wasn't to shocking when I drove down our driveway and saw a broken table and window laying on the lawn.

Now at this point I didn't care about the cost because he would pay for the repairs and we already had a relationship with the people who repair windows because of his offen fits. We lived out into the woods away from the city. It was so that no one had to deal with the occasional yelling or tables smashing through the windows.

The house itself wasn't that big. It had a kinda modern cabin feel, with nice paneling and woodwork or, it would if my father didn't have an insatiable need to throw things. I parked my jeep in the driveway knowing I wouldn't be staying there that night.

I got up close and waited and listened. I wouldn't want to be hit by piece of furniture. When I deemed it fine to get closer I walked, slowly, to the door. The door was intact, that meant he hadn't left, which was good.

"Hey I'm home!" I said then waited just in case he swing the door open.

I heard no reply nor any movement. I opened the door slowly and pushed it out so I could see inside without going in.

The house was a mess. Their where things flipped over and papers strewn about. I walked over to the kitchen first to look for him.

He wasn't at the kitchen but he had been. Our food was all over the place. The papers were newspapers from all over the world with my mother's face on them. There were also maps of the whole world with marks everywhere. I just walked away, I was done with it.

I went over to his bedroom ware he was most likely to be. I found him sitting on his bed looking out the window.

I had seen enough and I really didn't want to ask why he was mad, I already knew. So I started to walk out, but couldn't help it "I missed her too, you know." I left without letting him do anything much less speak.

I shut the door behind me as I walked out. I had grabbed some clothes from my dresser, my father never goes into my room during his tantrums maybe some part of him has some self control.

I climbed into my jeep and shoved all my closes into the back set. I just sat there and looked up into the stars. Why do I have such a crappy lot in life? Is what I thought. I sat there for awhile till my mind drifted back to Waverly.

Omarr's words came back to me: "You don't....you don't just 'make' someone happy,.". How the hell will I ever help her happy then? I trust Omarr but, for once I am gonna ignore part of what he said. Making her happy will make me happy I just know it. With that I put the key in and drove off.

It was late when I got to Flynn's house. I had a key so I parked my car, grabbed my clothes, and went in. Flynn understands that my father has "issues". So he wasn't too surprised when I came to the door. "

Your dad again?" He said casually.

"Yea, he had a another 'outburst'," I said, downtrodden.

"I feel bad for you man," Flynn said giving me a friendly hug.

"Eh, It's not that bad," I shrugged.

"Well get some sleep man," And with that we both went to sleep. I passed out on the bed without a second thought. Sleep was a very nice thing so I let it take me.

Drifting off into blissful nothingness.