Leaving You Behind

crushing carson.

crushing carson.

   Carson woke up with crust in his eyes. He woke up with a pounding head, as if heartbreak could cause a hangover. He stood, brushing the blankets aside, and headed downstairs. His Mother stood there, cooking breakfast.

   "Morning honey."

   "Morning, Mom."

   "There was a note for you in the mailbox, it's over there." She points vaguely to the table. A crumbled piece of notebook paper lay there, the corner seemed to have been wet and dried. He picked it up cautiously, reading it, soaking up every sloppy letter.

   "No, no, no. Shit." His Mother whipped around quickly.

   "Carson!" He wasn't paying attention to her, though. He dropped the letter and bolted for the door. His Mother called his name as he ran across the street in nothing but plaid pajama pants.

   He furiously beat on the door until an older man opened it.

   "Carson? What the-" Carson pushed passed Chandler's uncle and stomps up the steps to Chandler's bed room. He swung the door open.

   Chandler lay there, lifeless and pail. He didn't seem peaceful, just dead. And that's when Chandler's uncle and Carson's Mother caught to him, in time for Carson to pass out.