Short horror/emotional stories.

Short Story: My Little Boy

He is my world. He is the one thing I love the most. My little boy is my everything. We were outside in the backyard, playing games and just having a blast. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in sight. He looked up at me and smiled his precious little smile. I smiled back and ruffled his shaggy brown hair. His sweet blue eyes told me he wanted to be picked up, so I picked him up and spun him around. We laughed, enjoying ourselves and without a care in the world, as if we were the only ones who mattered in this life. But as I opened my eyes, I realized it was just a memory. I turned over to face my nightstand and looked at the only picture on it. It was of him and me sitting in the grass, our smiles as bright as the sun. He was a carbon copy of me, the eyes, the hair, even the clothes. He was wearing a small white suit with a black tie and dress shoes, which matched my white dress and black flats. I smiled as tears began filling my eyes. That was our last picture together. It had been 10 years since then. 10 years since he was taken from me. Today was the day. The day where my life became dull and empty. The day I lost everything. I dragged my weary self out of bed and got ready for the day. I drove to the cemetery and found his grave. I placed flowers down and stood in silence for several moments, thinking about him. My sweet little boy, you did not deserve this, your life was cut short at just 3 years. I stood in the pouring rain, crying, because that's all I could do. I can't take it anymore! I jumped back in the car and drove home at the speed of light, ready to end it all. I chose to crash into the old tree in the frontyard, the same place he died. It was an accident, I swear on my life it was! I didn't know he was behind it, ready to surprise me. He ran out in front of me and as I desperately tried to swerve away from him, I panicked and hit him into the tree. Just as I was about to meet my maker, I smiled one last time, knowing that I would be able to see him again, hold him again, love him again. Mommy will see you soon, my little boy.