Role model- Brendon Urie

prologue

The agonizingly frigid air surrounded Irys as she hurried down the streets of Regensburg, Germany. Missing the bus isn't something she could afford right now. Khalil has probably already fallen asleep on frau Müller's couch again watching the late-night English programs.' I should really get a second key so he can fall sleep in his bed more often' Irys thought as she continued to rush for the bus stop.
Not two blocks from her destination, she saw a man blatantly under the influence hunched over a trashcan, spilling his insides into the dirty container. Iris couldn't help but feel pity for the man. Not having anyone to help you when you get shitfaced. No one to call to help when you are alone vulnerable on the streets with no control over yourself. Though her eyes cannot be torn from The image in front of her, she knew she had to stop feeling pity on this man and focus on what's most important. The seven-year-old who isn't in his bed but on another persons couch.
Glancing down at her watch, a rush of panic washers through her body when she realizes that the bus was to arrive at 10:30, and it was 1029. Being a block away, she quick in her place praying she catches bus. And she got to stop the bus doors open and she let out a sigh of relief as she took a seat on the nearly empty bus. The few people scattered on the large bus looked wasted or just as worn-out as her.
The ride was silent. No one spoke to one another. Just the occasional cough or sniffle. As the bus came to a halt at her stop Iris got off mumbling a quick "danke shön"as she exited the vehicle.
Quickly entering her apartment building, she took in the warrant before briskly making her way into the elevator. Pressing on the floor number five, she wrote the tiny carpet elevator pass the first four floors until she reached her's. Instead of walking towards 5b, she turned to 5a. She knocked on the door and waited for the fragile German woman to answer her door. The small petting of slippered feet could be heard behind the door. The click of the locks and walking in the door so the opening was familiar by now. "Hallo frau müller. Es tüt mir Leid, dass ich im später weider Khalil aufholte (hi Miss Muller. I'm sorry that I'm late picking up Khalil again.)" I reset softly, looking guilty. She was a sweet old lady who watch Khalil on most days when I'm at school or at work. I over the world, Khalil is the most precious thing in my world. She help me protect him. I was caught up in my thoughts when I heard her response, "Keine sorgen, er war ein Schatz, wie immer. (No worries. He was a sweetheart, like always)" her smile was comforting she nor situation and knew I try my best to raise a child who isn't even my own in another country. She continued "Er schläft am couch. (He's sleeping on the couch)" as she moved to the side letting me in to her tiny apartment to get him. I nodded I think you as I entered the small apartment. The TV was on, but he was fast asleep. But he down next to me on the couch I just looked at him. I sighed as I lightly shook him to wake up. He followed his eyes open. When he saw me he smiled, "Irys-" he got cut off by a yawn. I shushed him. "Come on let's go home so we can sleep in our own beds." I smell does he sleep we not inside it. As we walked out the door I turned around "Gutenact frau müller. (Goodnight Mrs. Müller)" I said "feile dank" she nodded in response. I looked at Coolio, whose hand was like the place in mine and said "Verabschieden von frau Müller(say goodbye to Mrs. Müller)" "Auf wiedersehen Frau Müller (goodbye Miss Müller)" he said as he mustered up a sleepy smile. "Bis spette Khalil (until later Khalil)" she waved as we walked across the hallway to a tiny apartment of five a. As I unlock the door grade door to our apartment, I heard the click of locks fucking behind us. As I open the door, Khalil ran straight to his room at the end of the hall. "don't forget to brush your teeth Mister." I giggled as he sighed and changes direction into the bathroom. The water started running, so I threw my keys onto the tray next to the door and headed for my bedroom. Entering the room, I think my shoes off as I gave away to my tired body and fell on the bed.
The small footsteps walking down the hall was soon followed with my door opening and a small head popping around the corner. "Irys?" The young boy asked. "Yes sweetie?" I responded was sitting up to look at him. "Can you tuck me in?" He requested. This brought a smile to my face. "Of course come on." I replied as I backing him to walk into his room. Entering the small room, I turn on the lights, illuminating the Minecraft theme sheets on the small twin size bed. There were toys scattered around and his art plaster on the walls. Khalil jumped right into his bed and waited for me to arrive at his bedside. "How was your day?" I asked were pulling his covers over him. He started to tell me every event that had happened to him from when he woke to when I had picked him up. As he wrapped up his stories I kissed his forehead, saying "goodnight prince" as I was walking towards the door, I heard a small Voice calling my name. I turned around to tell him that I had his attention. "Why did Nova leave us?"
The question startled me. Never was my best friend from Utah. We moved to my hometown for college and to get away from her sister, Kalil's mom, who was unfit to raise him. After a few months, nova's mom fell sick. She rushed to take care of her, but sadly she passed soon after. She was supposed to come back to weeks later, but she never did. I called to see if she was with her family but she wasn't. She's been missing ever since.
Telling Khalil that was the hardest thing ever. He didn't cope with it, or he just didn't understand. He thought she left because of him. That she didn't want us anymore. It killed me that I'm raising her nephew all by myself, and that I couldn't help him understand right now. I just shot him a sympathetic smile whisper good night as I turned off the lights. I sat on my bed and wondered where she might be. Khalil need to nova. I can tell he's hurting. He need someone, other than me, who is never there for him. Someone. Anyone.