Short Story

White Roses

(Continue of the boy )

Day 1
Im here. Alone.
Its been two days since my mothers death. Only two. Her last few days on earth have been so stressful and filled with sorrows I cant help but think it was my fault for taking it all away before it all got better.

Im planning the funeral by myself. On who to invite..what color flowers..

I picked out her favorite. White roses. When i was younger I would have a dollar to buy one. I did. Everyday. She would hang them upside down dry them out and keep them in a vase on the dinner table.

That was till my dad picked it up and smashed the butterfly vase. He then would stepped on the flowers. Hit me for buying such meaningless things. Said it was a waste of the money and he would not give me money for college.

I still did it afterwards. Just not as much. Enough for him to not notice. The scene was white. Because I remember my mom said she wants everyone to wear bright colors for her funeral because its not suppose to be all sad and mopey its suppose to celebrate her life, and know that she is in a better place. She says black is to gloomy. Though its a gloomy ocasion.

So that is what i'll do. Sooner the better. Sent invitations out. Dont have much family left. Its fine though. Means it can be sooner. Done and over with. Her life wasnt great and she deserved way better. That drunk driver took it all away.

Day 2

The funeral is done and over with. Told you. Not much family. Sooner the better.

I walked to my new home unloaded my mothers things and kept valuables. I unloaded another box and found white roses...and a glued together butterfly vase. I found a letter. With my name on it. I closed the box and kicked it in the corner. I crouched in a ball and wrapped my arms around my head. Tears stinged my eyes. Then came rolling down my cheeks and splating on the ground. In huge clear globs. Sobs escaped from my mouth.

Shes gone and never coming back. There is nothing i can do. She had a shit life and I didnt have the balls to make everything right. Instead the abusive asshole cheated on her. Which is why we left. Not because of the abuse. No. Because of the tall blonde with blue eyes.

Thank you Sydney. You made us finally leave. Hope you have a black eye.  Skank.

Probably paid her.

I sat there and cried. Not for myself. Not because poor me lost my mother. No. Because me... I Samuel Frank lost his mother who didnt have a good life. Who deserved better. Who couldn't, do more for his broken mother.

I am crying because when my mother was here. She didnt have a life worth living. She couldnt make it better. Until we moved. It would have been way better. John took that away. He was drunk and just got out of jail. He has been to prison..and hes back for drunk driving and being responsible for my moms death. Hopefully got his license taken aswell. I wonder how many lives he ruined.

My mother could have had it better. She could have. She was going to.

Its pointless but she could have had a better life. Good sleep. Less work. Love and care. No stress. Move on.

Guess she did. In peace now. In a better place now. Shes better. Yet my mother is not with me. I have to fend for myself now. Be by myself now.

Deal..with this loss. Have this burned in my mind that my mother had the shittiest life ever. Yet somehow she was strong enough to stay for me.

Day 3

Finished unpacking. Finished decorating. Going to school. Shopping for groceries. Eating a balanced meal. Doing all my school work. Finding a job. Doing just fine.

Day 4

Carrying on. Going through life okay. School turned to shit after the hottest girl in school called me gay. Spread like wild fire.

Day 6

Told the hottest girl I lost my mom not even a week ago. Told her I wasnt gay and id fuck her so good she would scream to make the whole town hear. She stopped talking shit and whenever she looks at me she blushes.

Day 6

My days in this town go by fast. My life is not interesting. I keep to myself. I do what im suppose to. Im just foccusing on school and work thats it. Stress free. Ill get a social life when people grow up.

Though today was interesting. The hottest girl in school is not popular, well known but not popular. She says some shit here and there to get people off her back but other than that she slips into the crowd. I like her.

Today I put her against a wall and kissed her. She struggled a bit but didn't show any signs of actually wanting to leave.

Glad things are starting to go good. She cute but she start shit. Time to stop it.

Weeks later

Klare was everything I wanted. She turned out to be quite selfless. Only, she moved right after we started dating. I feel so alone. So. I dont know. It hurts a lot. Knowing that no one cares. Whoever does left. Whoever did took the other persons side.

I grabbed the bleach bottle unscrewed the cap and chugged. It burned my throat my tongue. Tasted sour.

I took a breathe felt sick to my stomach and continued to chug. My stomach had the worst ache I could ever imagine. My thtoat burned my head ached but was nothing compared to my stomache. I started to cough uncontrollably till it soon turned to blood. I fell to my knees. Whispered goodbye and starred at my note. My vision became hazy. Then I saw nothing but black.