Muted Treasure

Schools?!

"Lance get your ass down up right now before I come in there!"Justin yelled from downstairs, Lance jumped from out of the bed and looked at the clock on his bedside. He saw it was only seven-ten in the morning and groaned, he rubbed his face and went to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. He saw his dull blue eyes and his tan skin, he hated his skin and his eyes, it reminded him of his mother.

It reminded him on how his mother's eyes dulled as her life was slipping away in his very arms. It reminded him of his father, his tan skin already dull and lifeless as he laid there dead. He looked at the dark cycles under his eyes, then he stared down to his wrists and saw how white lines covered them.

There was old ones and new ones, but he couldn't help it. His smile, the little smiles he used to give to his mother. His giggles, the little giggles that he gave his father when they played around with his mother. He brushed his hair away from his eyes and closing the orbs. Wishing he could trade the reflection to something else.

Lance took a deep breathe and opened back up his eyes, he looked at his mother's reflection in the mirror staring back at him. He felt as his heart was ripping out of his chest, his hands started to shake. He ripped away from the counter quickly and closed the mirrors into themselves. The cabinets opened, the containment's inside showing. With the mirror gone Lance could finally breathe normally.

He felt a dull ache in his chest, wanting nothing more than to just slip back into his warm bed. But he knew Blake or Justin would just yell again, or the threat of cold water would be real. He brushed his teeth quickly and walked out of the bathroom to find jeans and a shirt. He found his black adidas and slipped them on, trying to forgot his mother face that was close to death. He grabbed his book bag as he walked downstairs, he saw Blake and Justin sitting at the table.

"Hey Lance, it's your first day of school. How do you feel?." Blake asked as Justin looked up, she bit her lip smiling up at her son. Lance shrugged his shoulders and went to grab a piece of toast from the counter. He waved goodbye and walked out the door, he learned where the school was and noticed it was only a five minute walk there so why not walk, right?

He put on his earphones on and clicked on shuffle play on his playlists. This song "Am I supposed to Apologize?" Came on and he closed to his eyes listening closely to the music.

I wrote a song, a journal. Gave it to the world, told the story of when I was a little girl.

Lance heard giggles of a boy as his mother chased him around the living room table. Their laughing getting louder as she caught him, pulling him close to her. Kissing all over the face, giggling at her sons antics.

I sought understanding, clarity in truth. By baring all the wounds, inflicted on my youth.

He took a deep breathe as it turn to his mothers sparkling blue and his fathers honey brown eyes. How they smiled at him as he blew out his candles of his seventh birthday. Everything was going amazing, only a few months later everything would change for the worse.

You criticized my choice, to stand up to my past. To give me the pain, a voice. So that it too could pass.

Lance stood there in front of his parents caskets. Tears running down his face, hiding into Blake's black dress and clinging to Justin's hand sadly. His aunts and uncles sobbing, cousins crying while holding onto their parents tightly. His grandma's crying, praying to god to keep them safe.

But I felt brave, and filled with pride as I let go, of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow.

He remember running home to show his report card, all A's like his mama asked of him. Forgetting all about the grades when his mama slowly dying in his arms, while his papa already dead on the floor.