aurora
I was beginning to feel sort of empty in way of which there were no emotions that pumped through my veins nor were painted on my skin. it was a numbness and i don't remember suddenly feeling this way ever since my mother had passed away. whenever this odd action happened to me, i always suffered. i never wish it on anyone else because i was haunted by this emotion.
it made me feel alone and as if i was within a darkened path for which the walls were closing in and were painted with black and grays. such dullness and dejection running through my mind. it all became too much and from what my positive life at the moment was, was soon put to an end from the tears that escape my eyes to trail down my skin. they were racing to see which once could trickle down my cheek quicker. yet my vision became blurry from the wetness when i found some sort of alcohol in the basement that was meant to be hidden.
i didn't intend to contact anyone because i wanted to stay alone. however, somehow my fingertips found it's way to his contact name and dialed the number almost immediately. "aurora, what's going on? it's so late." the groggy voice on the other side making me whimper in a hushed tone.
"all of this is such bullshit, grayson." i pause as a sob falls from my lips along with a hiccup from the effect of the liquor. "my life is bullshit, my dad is bullshit, my brother is bullshit. my friendships are bullshit. i just miss my mom." i say slurring over my words and not even understanding the things that fall from my mouth.
"aurora, are you drunk?"
"i don't know, maybe. i thought i was drinking water but before i knew it, it's vodka instead." i explain and i can hear his breath quicken and it becomes heavy.
"is your dad home? or your brother?" i shake my head even though he can't see me through the phone.
"no, i'm by myself. i'm in the basement and i'm looking at all my mom's things. i can't do it without her grayson. i miss her so much." i cry and he sighs telling me reassuring words but i can't hear them as i block them out and hold onto the nearest photo that i can find of her. it's near my heart and i wonder if she can feel how fast it pumps through the photo, itself.
grayson mumbles words of being on his way to my house but i put my phone down and hold on a little tighter to the piece of thickened paper. my sobs falling from my voice much more and the tears streaming down quicker. it's suffocating as i attempt to breath and when he somehow walks into the house and rushes to my side it gets worse. "i need to see her. i need her here." i mutter and he rocks me back and forth and soothes me with his hands on my lower back to rub the exposed skin softly.
"i know aurora, i know."
"i can't do it without her. she left us, she left my dad and my brother. but she took them with her. she fucking left us!" i shout and he holds on a little tighter. his contact of skin against mine in hopes of getting some form of relaxation. i desired the same thing because of how hard i am crying.
yet i continue to sob and whimper in his arms. "i'm here, bub. i'm here." he repeats over and over and the room contains my heavy breathing and anxiousness. after an hour grayson has officially calmed me down and my eyes were shut and almost fully asleep when he picks me up gracefully. he brings me upstairs to the new territory of my room.
i let my eyes to be opened softly to gaze at the boy when he puts me down on my bed and let his vision linger on the things in my bedroom. his head immediately staring up at the mural of clouds and sunsets on my ceiling. along with the corner of my room filled with art pieces and an easel. the shelf near it contained art supplies and the pictures on my wall. he focuses on one specifically that is with my mother. he grins faintly and moves onto the other things that i possess between the walls of my bedroom.
