Happiness

Sadness

A month passed since the problem with Seth. Everything was very quiet for a very long time, but Seth was excited. The army gave news that we would be getting word about Adams condition, and we would get to know if he is doing well. Seth is going crazy over his excitement while im very nervous. Times have been rough while raising Seth on my own, and I would love to know whether I still have a back to lean on, at least when he gets back.

A week passed by and there were 3 loud knocks on the door that woke both me and Seth up. I went to the door to go check who was there while Seth was hiding behind the chair and listening to the conversation, peeking to see who was there. It was a tall man in a military outfit holding a letter signed to our household. The tall man reported that it was a letter of soldier Adams condition. He left me with the letter and went off on his way.

I couldnt simply allow myself to just open the letter. It meant to much to me. Thoughts were running through my mind like crazy and I really just couldnt get myself to simply open the package. Seth yelled at me and said " Can you please open the letter!? Dont just stand there and stare at it, open it for Gods sake! I want to know where dad is and you arent making a move! I completely disregarded what Seth said and continued to stare at the letter. Seth forcefully ran up toward me and said "Give me the letter!!" as he ripped it from my hands and ran to his hiding shed with it. I screamed for him to come back and let me read it first, but he didnt listen as usual. This was the first time I had seen Seth smile in about a year, and that was just from looking at a note.

20 minutes later, I went to Seth's hiding shed to check whether he had the message with him or not. To my suprise, the message wasnt open yet.. he was just sitting there and staring at it, likewise to what I had did. Its as if I wasnt there, he didnt even care to look at me. I took the letter slowly from his hand to assure him that I wasnt at all angry at him. He allowed me to take the letter, but stared at it ever so temptuously. I told him that we would open it together so that we could both know about the news.

Seth agreed to opening the letter together. I peeled thetop part of the envelope and slowly slid out the letter and read the letter out loud so that Seth could hear it too. The letter read,

Dear family of Soldier Adam,

This is the report for the condition of your beloved one. 

Army member: Adam Brust, Field Artillery Officer

We sadly report that your beloved one, Adam is no where to be found at the moment. He has been captured by an unknown group and has been taken as hostage. 4 soliders and himself were reportedly ambushed by a group of unknown soldiers, 2 were killed and the rest were de-weaponized and taken to an unknown camp. I am very sorry to have to givesuch sad news, and I wish the best for your family.

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After the letter was done, Seth ran to his room, screaming and crying at the same time. I fell on my knees crying and grieving. I couldnt understand. How could I have been so excited knowing my husband is safe and sound when he hasnt been this entire time. The very day i agreed with him to go out for war was by far the biggest mistake other than my very life itself. I heard loud gagging sounds coming from upstairs and ran to go see what all the commotion was about.

And there I saw it. My son hanging from the roof choking to death, and tears running down his extremely red face. My eyes lit and I screamed loudly, letting anything out of the house hear. I quickly ran up to my son and pulled him up from his legs so that the rope wouldnt have a tight grip on his neck. I then single handedly untied the rope that was around his neck. 

The lack of oxygen caused Seth to pass out for the time being. The madness of everything was killing me, and I couldnt contain all the questions that I had running through my mind. Why did my son try to kill himself? Will he try again? Should I kill myself? Is everyone going to die? The question ended after I heard a single bang on the door. I rushed downstairs, but very cautiously too because I dont know why someone would be knocking at 11 P.M. I opened the door and fell to my knees.