Life is Complicated *BoyxBoy*

Chapter~five~

*Your sweet moon beam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream

I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know!

Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do...tonight

Hey, hey,hey

Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one-track mind like me....*

Stupid alarm clock, wait when did I switch my alarm from the beeping sound to the radio? I scratch the back of my head. One thing comes to mind, freaky.

I got up and did my morning routine. When I was done I was expecting my granny to be downstairs as per usual making breakfast. But when I hit the last step, I had this terrible feeling something was wrong. I walked into the kitchen and she was nowhere in sight. I even went to check the living just in case she was watching some morning news or something. But she wasn’t there either. I know maybe she ups stairs feeling guilty for not making me breakfast. It’s not that I take my gran for granted, but she always made me breakfast whether I tell she shouldn’t go through all the trouble for me. She comes back with ‘then how will you know if I’m alive.’ That’s when it hit me, but chose to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach like I do with all my other feelings.

“Gran!” I was making my way up long stairs ways, ok maybe not long, but they sure felt like it was long. I didn’t even realize I was standing in front of her door. The door I went through so many times when I woke up in the middle of night from a nightmare or a thunderstorm struck and shaking me to the bones. I always slept with my grandparents when this happen, but I grew up and no longer felt scared because I know they would always be there.

“Gran, you up?” there was no response, so I turn the doorknob and push it open a little. I can see her form still lying on the bed and it scared me. I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage like it wanted out.

 If you think I saw her naked or something gross, you are DEAD wrong. Dead fits this whole scenery now, she wasn’t breathing. How I would know you may ask because my Granny always snores loud indicating she was breathing, but it was eerily quiet in the room. It was giving me unwanted chills.

I walked closer her just to double check if she was or wasn’t. I check her pulse for a heartbeat and waited. Nothing.

Nonononononono.....this can’t be happening? I heard a scream along with yelling and stuff being thrown around. It took me a while to figure it out that everything that was happening at this very moment, the screaming, yelling and stuff being thrown was coming from me.

My hands were all battered with blood and in my hands was a picture of me and my grandparents.  It was taken I was 12 and a year after that photo was taken my grandpa died of a heart attack.  Now my grandma joins him. I never felt so alone, then I do right now. What am I suppose to do?

 “Mom, I miss you. I wish you could be here and comfort me like you use to do when I was little. Sing me my favourite song. I really, really need you right now. Grandma’s gone and I’m scared of what’s going to happen to me. I know I’m almost of age, but what if....what if...,” I didn’t even realize I was crying ‘til felt like I was having a hard time breathing. My crying was coming out like I was choking on something, “what if they find dad and I have to go and live with him. With his new family, I can’t I just can’t. I just start to make a friend or friends now.” My crying die down to sniffles, it’s like a sense came back to me. Like I was back in control, back to I use to be. The no emotional face, push people away and act like I never feel the pain of loss.

I know I have to call the police, along with my aunt and uncle to inform them of Grandma Willow’s passing. That’s not going to be easy at all. I also have to call into school saying I won’t be there, they won’t believe me.

At least I don’t have to deal with Stryker and Hopper. Better yet I don’t have deal with the rest of them at all.