stop yourself

Chapter 4

"wake up buddy, you have a call coming in, they said it's about your mother." Michael shook me till I woke up. I grabbed the phone from him.

"Hello"
"Yes, this is the hospital calling about your mother, we wanted to know if you wanted to stop by and collect some of her things before we get rid of them. She left a note saying that she wants to leave it all to you."
"Um..... sure why not, Ill stop by around 2."
"That sounds good, we will see you later then. Goodbye now."  
"Bye"
*Click*

"So can I come.." Michael looked at me like a puppy and I couldn't say no.
I looked at the time on my phone, it was 11:33. Great, I still have time mental and physically prepare myself. Michael hopped off and my bed and left the room. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I came out 10 minutes later and went downstairs. Belle had to head off to work early today, so we didn't have our usual IHop-ish breakfast. We all can cook amazingly, but she insists on cooking because we might "burn the house down".
I whipped up some eggs for me and Michael and we ate talked about my mother for abit. She was not the best mother, but hse was my mother, so I kinda have to go. She was a heavy alcoholic back then, but I wouldn't blame her for it.
The love of her life did die after all.
Losing my father affected her greatly, saying that he pushed himself to hard and I pushed him more.
He was my role model and I looked up to him. My mother was a bitch to me back then, but everyone is a bitch when youre an angsty 12 year old. My mother would beat me and call me names that I would rather not say. She continued drinking till I was old enough to leave the house.
After I left, I moved in with Belle and Michael. I had met Belle in high school because she had been in all my classes till Senior year. Her family was kinda wealthy because her father invested in a company and got lucky. Her mother was a doctor, which raised their wealth a little more. She was a great nurse, everytime one of us got hurt she would talk care of us and give us a sticker afterwards.
She was an angel to me.
I have known Michael since 3rd grade, he was really funny and right next to me, so we were bound to start talking to each other. He was always there for me and he always knew how to cheer me up. His parents were both teachers so he was very knowledgeable. His parents were super nice and always knew the answers to the homework and helped us out. never giving us the answer till we figured it out ourselves. Our parents all knew each other and they trusted us to go off into the world with a girl along our side. You know how parents are with a boy and a girl being together.
My mother stopped drinking a year after I moed out because her body couldn't handle it anymore. She apologized for everything from the past, but that would never heal all the pain.  Me and Michael looked at the time, 1:45, had we really talked that long. We put he dishes in our sink and exited the house. We drove up the winding rode, past that one McDonald's that started my journey, and into the hospital parking lot. We walked inside and up to the reception desk. There was a lady sitting there.
"Hello, Im here about my mother, Ruth Elder."
"Oh yes, please go to room 777, they're waiting for you." She said politely.
Michael and I walked to room 777 and there awaited Belle's mother and a nurse.
"Hey sweeties." She said to us. " We did the best we could with her, but her body couldn't keep up."
"It's fine, Inkjew this would happen." I said, never looking up at her. She and the nurse left us alone to look through my mother's belongings.
I found a small box. Inside was old letters given to her from my father.
How sweet...
I picked a few up and glanced at them.
Hey beautiful,
Love you
Meet me at the park
You light my days up
I miss you
Thanks for the flower
Your welcome for that kiss yesterday
I set them down and looked at the other things. I saw pictures of me, her, and my dad. I looked at the teeth the "tooth fairy" had taken. I glanced at pictures slightly before my transition started. I took in all the memories. I wasn't emotional. I wasn't mad. I wasn't sad. I was happy. I was the happiest i had ever been in a really long time. I saw more baby book and pictures until I saw the note frim the call. I grabbed it and sat on the bed. I read it aloud so Michael could hear. We looked at each other then went to grab the things we wanted and left. I grabbed pictures, some baby books, and various other things. I put them in a box and picked it up. Michael had grabbed somethings that were mine that my mother had kept and carried  them out the room. We said our goodbyes to Belle's mom and walked to the car. I pulled out the parking lot, drove past the McDonald's, on the winding roads, and back to where the car was previously parked. We got out of the car, grabbed the boxes and headed into the house. I looked at the clock, 4:56, great timing.
"Hey Michael, do you mind going into the woods with me so I can take some pictures for class."
"Of course not, let's go."
We walked out the house once  again and went towards the forest.
I found a good spot and handed him a flower crown. He put it on a took his pose
*Snap*

We took a couple more and headed home.
"Thanks for coming with me Mike"
"No problem dude"
We walked inside and he gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to his room, leaving me to myself in the living room. I looked at the time once again, 8:53, had we really spent all that time taking photos and messing around. I went up to my room, took a shower and went to sleep, without a shirt.

Belle arrived home around 9 and went to check on the boys. She put her ear up to Michael's door. She heard him lightly snoring. She walked in a kissed his forehead. Belle went to your door. She heard the sound of your fan in the background. She walked in and watched you sleep for abit. You looked so peaceful and calm. She liked seeing you like this. She kissed you and walked out closing the door behind her.

Sweetie,
        By the time you're reading this I'm gone. I'm so sorry for everything I have caused you over the years. All the pain, hurt, and just sure shit you went through. I wish I hugged you more and payed attention to you more. I'm very proud to call you my son and I'm sorry I won't be there along the road. Remeber that you have my full support and all my love. Take care of Michael amd Belle. I sure that you will because I can see the love you have for them. It's the same love I had for your father. I love you so much.
                                      Your mother,                                                Ann

Fuck man, my fingers hurt like a bitch. Hope you liked this one, took me 2 hours to write.
-Peter
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