The Pineapple That Lost Hope

Chapter 1

Timothy's mother walked into the room while he faced the window and asked, "Are you still in belief that even with what I do for you isn't enough?" Timothy replied in almost silent tone, "If it were I would have had my wish granted years ago." Even at the age of nine it seemed so strange for him to only wish to die. His mother stared presuming what he said as she lifted him into his wheelchair to take him to breakfast.

As she rolled him the shriek of the wheelchair echoed. "Why do most people believe life is so valuable?" Timothy questioned his mother. She just passed it off and continued walking in silence till they reached the kitchen. She rolled him to the table and walked into his view and asked, "Are you going to eat, or must I force you again this week?" He stared at her then slowly replied, "Just feed me please." She smiled and brought cereal over for him.

After breakfast Timothy's mother rolled him to his window showing the backyard which usually had sqwirls and birds vacating the area, but they had vanished as the snow had took their place. Timothy often thought back to when his father would talk about his first time driving and when he had once hit a sqwirl. Timothy thought it was funny how a sqwirl could be so idiotic when his father told him. That was the only good memory he had of his father due to his father dying from suicide a week after Timothy's ninth birthday.

After thinking back Timothy cried hours later. Due to him witnessing his father's suicide due to him leaving the door open forcing him to open his eyes to the view of his father's lifeless corpse hanging in the room right across from his, "I never asked to be introduced to a mature life. I just wanted to be normal." Timothy whimpered under his soft tears slipping down his cheek.