Deadly Secrets

Chapter Four (Dressing Darkly With Mother)

After a few hours of crying, I decided to let my mother back in the room. I got up from my spot and wiped my wet eyes dry and opened the door. I expected to see my mother there, leaning against the wall asleep or still crying but, I did not. I stepped out of the room and look up and down the hallway for my mother. Sadly, she wasn't there.

I sighed and turned to head back inside my room but then I noticed a blue post-it note on the wall near my door. I grabed it and read.

Went out. Don't worry. 

-Rosa

Even though the note clearly said to 'Don't Worry', I still did. I'm such an idiot for not letting her in, she could be out there thinking about committing suicide, or worse, actually doing it.

I went back inside my room feeling bad and walked over to the hospital phone to call my mother but then stopped because I recalled that I have threw it out earlier.

'Retard,' I thought to myself. I then began to panic but then stopped myself from crying.

'It's okay. She well be fine.' I told myself. I then walked towards my bed and laid down. I then decided to go to sleep to kill time, or time to kill me. After a few moments of tossing and turning to lay down in a conferrable position, I finally slept.

Two hours later

"Kevin," ("Kevin,") a soft voice called my name. "Kevin," ("Kevin,") it repeated. I thought I was dreaming for a second but then I opened my eyes to face realty once more.

The soft voice was my mother who then leaned over my head and kissed my cheek. Instead of pushing her away or slapping her for leaving me worried, I hugged her, tightly.

"Lo siento, mamá. Lo siento mucho. Por favor, perdóname". ("I'm sorry, mom. I'm very sorry. Please forgive me.") I told her as I got her shoulder wet because of my tears. She then rubbed my hair gently and hugged me back.

"No, Kevin, lo siento." ("No, Kevin, I'm sorry.") She told me as she got my hair wet. I would of been grossed out and pushed her away for doing that but, I did not dare to.

She then pulled away and dried her wet brown eyes with the sleeve of her black Vans Jacket. I pulled away also but left the tears in my misty blue eyes. She then got up and told me to close my eyes. I obeyed.

A few second later, my mother told me to open my eyes. As I did, joy filled my cold soul. I ran to my mother and hugged her so tight that she pushed me away gently and smiled.

She went shopping and bought me clothes from her favorite brand, Vans. It was my least favorite brand because to me it was gothic and dark when I like preppy bright clothing.

I never actually dressed dark since I only gone out once in my life time and that was to go to a museum. My father, who had short light brown hair and hazel brown eyes, dressed me up that day and he preferred Hollister clothing so I decided to follow his steps.

My mother was more of a gothic type. She bleached her hair snow white like man and dyed her bangs neon blue. She usually dressed in skinny jeans and Vans shoes and stuff like that. So I decide to follow her steps for once.

I got the bags and placed them on my bed as I sat down. I started opening them, reveling what's inside. I pulled out a black shirt with the word VANS printed white on the top right corner. I placed it aside and pulled out some black jeans that looked small. I checked the tag to see if their my size and surprisingly it was.

"Ellos están hechos así. Se llaman skinny jeans" ("They are made like that. They're called skinny jeans,") my mother explained. I nodded and put it aside with the shirt. I then pulled out a black jacket from the same bag. It was soft from the inside and had a white skull and cross bones at the back with the word Vans printed around it. I zipped it up and placed it with the others.

My mother then grabbed the bag with the shoe box inside and excitedly opened it and revealed the shoes.

"Pensé que te gustan" ("I thought you would like them,") she told me happily. They were high tops with black and gray checkered patterns at the ankles and the rest was black, including the laces. I frowned because the laces just made it seem ugly and skinny, the way I hate them. My mother then saw my concerned face and then pulled out some thick gray shoe laces from the box and held them up for me to see.

"I noticed how it looked ugly and boring with the laces being skinny and black so I decided to buy these gray laces instead. You like?" she asked. I nodded. She then set the laces down and pulled out a pair of black ankle socks from the box with of course, the word Vans printed on the top and handed them to me.

She then grabbed the clothes and shoes and went into my bathroom.

"Bañate. Vamos a salir. Ponte la ropa nueva. ¿De acuerdo?" ("Take a bath. We are going out. Put on your new clothes. Okay?") she yelled from the bathroom. I went inside and waited for her to get out. I then turned on the hot water and bathed.

Moments later

I was out the shower and began to change. I decided to wear my hair back, not showing my bangs. I decided to do this since I saw this movie with these group of teenagers who slick their hair back. I think it was called Grease or something. I then stepped out of the bathroom and watched as my mom examined me. She laughed.

"Kevin, no pones tu cabello hacia atrás cuando está vestido así. Bueno, tu puedes si quieres, pero tengo una idea mas mejor. Ven acá." ("Kevin, you don't wear your hair back when dressed like this. Well, you can if you want but I got a better idea. Come here.") I obeyed and approached her. She then grabbed a comb from her pocket and began to brush my straight hair down. She then stopped and admired her work.

"Mamá, no puedo ver con este pelo en mis ojos. Yo no soy Superman". ("Mom, I can't see with this hair on my eyes. I'm not superman.") I said. She then muttered oh and then put my hair to the side. I can now see but I wondered how I looked like. I then walked towards my big tall mirror that is near my bed and looked at the new me. I was shocked by the way I looked. This couldn't be me! Not the preppy bright Kevin! I then put on my jacket and admired myself once more.

"Oh, sí. Toma, ponte esto." ("Oh, yeah. Here, put these on.") I turned around and then something soft hit my face. My mother then apologized as I picked up the object awkwardly.

They were black cotton gloves with the word Drop printed on the right hand's palm and Dead printed on the left hand's palm. Drop Dead.

"Pontelos y plantear," ("Put them on and pose,") my mother demanded nicely. I put them on and then raised my palms up and posed like if I was reaching for something with both hands. My mother then laughed and took my hands and squeezed them.

"Tu padre dice que te pareces mucho a mí. Siempre estoy en desacuerdo con él, pero ahora puedo ver por qué él cree que sí. Bueno, te gusta el traje?" ("Your father says you look a lot like me. I always disagree with him but now I can see why he thinks so. Well, you like the outfit?") she asked with a cheerful tone. I nodded. She then patted my head and said to wait for her to change. I nodded and looked back at myself in the mirror. I smiled to reveal my dimples.

A few moments later, my mother stepped out of the restroom looking much more gorgeous then before.

She wore her hair down with her blue bangs to the side with a big black bow. She had eye liner and blue contacts on with a touch of mascara on. I then noticed how she dressed. She wore the same clothes I was wearing. The pants, shirt, jacket, and socks. She also wore gloves like mine except they were white. She smiled and stretched her hand out, reaching for my hand.

"¿Nos vamos?" ("Shall we go?") she asked me with that beautiful smile that every mother uses to make her child happy and seem that everything will be alright. That sweet wonderful smile that greeted me into this world. I then reached out and grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Sí," ("Yes,") I replied flashing my dimples at her. She then laughed and leaned over and kissed my cheek. I smiled and squeezed her hand once more. And thus we were on our way.