Suicide Box

Chapter 6

"Is that boy you claim is my child that has you so distracted?"

"You never used to make so much mistake before it came."

"You don't see its demonic? Look at his hands."

"Since he come you get so fat and nasty and that is why I don't want you."

"We used to be so happy. I told you to get rid of that boy and I still don't know why you kept the thing."

He would leave, and he would threaten not to return. My mother would kiss my forehead and tell me he didn't mean those things. She said he was only angry. She said he loved me, and that he would always come back. But then, he never came back. My mother, that night, and in the days to come, would spend nights crying and screaming. I'd peep through the half opened door and see her face contorted in anguish and I'd cry with her. But though her tears never stopped, her efforts to comfort me did. I could see the way she would look at me change- it resembled so closely the way my father had. I became so sure of it. I was the reason he left. It became so simple- if I was gone, he would come back, and my mom could be happy again.