The Gift Of Life..

Prologue...

You know, life is pretty bad when you think about it.
Every advancement leads us closer to our deaths.

When you really think about it though, is it really life that's out to get us?

I mean think, life wants us to be our best, thus giving us seemingly impossible tasks to overcome;but as humans, we tend to see it as the universe out to get us. It'sreally not, we're just too weak to see that it really wants us to be stronger. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger after all.

This was all the case for 17 year old Lavender Parker. After the death of his mom a few years ago, he was devastated. He only kept in touch with one of his friends and turned to online homeschooling as an alternative for what his current public status was. His mother's death wasn't the only thing he had to deal with though. He now had to help his father take care of the little sister he didn't want and never asked for... the cause of his mother's death. Every time he saw that child it hurt him, and being forced to care for it didn't help his case.

One day, today, he was forced to celebrate not only the birth of that child, but the death of his mother. He'd never celebrated one of his own birthdays ever since then. Always too busy thinking about his mom, and the fact that she'd never be with him again.

Thinking. That's all he did these days was think. He hadn't spoken words to anyone but his father since the incident, and that's just the short yelling matches they'd gotten into. His father would try to set him up with new people, and even try to take him over to Mary's house; but to no avail he was the same. Quiet and lifeless.

The most thrilling tg he'd done since his mother died was changing a diaper. He never left the house unless it was to go to church or to visit the grave.

All on top of this his grades were slipping. This really did not help his situation. All this added stress was too much for him to handle. He decided things would be best if he just stopped. You heard it, just stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped talking, become a shell of a being. That's all he was this day, so when his father opened the door to his room...

"Hey it's time to g..."

He was cut off by his sons face being held down, darkness shrouding the expression he had "again, huh" were the words his father uttered. Lavender didn't respond, and stayed as is. Still and lifeless...