Old Friends With Benefits (Lams)

Chapter 3~Torn apart

*Alex's POV*Lately hadn't been a good time. My mother had been sick before but it had been getting worse. Since my father had left I had no one so the doctors called Jackie's Mom and gave her updates. I was scared. I spent most of my time curled up somewhere or with my mother. I didn't play with Jackie because I didn't feel like going out. I was to tired, upset and I needed to be here with my mom. It wasn't until today when things really went downhill. And by that I mean they hit rock bottom. The doctors that had been in our house the past few days walked out of my moms room, shut the door and shook their heads, as they had done the past few days. I sigh and look down at my feet. I hear quiet murmuring with the occasional glance in my direction. Their voice was so low that I couldn't make out anything they were saying. Then they all look at me, frowning. Oh no. They push forward a young girl wearing a long white coat, matching the rest of the doctors. Her brown hair was tied back into a bun. The name-tag said " E.Burr" and below it it said "Trainee" which made sense because she couldn't be much older that 24. Maybe 25. She looked at me with I sincere and sorrowful expression."I'm so sorry to tell you but your mother passed away just recently." I didn't move. My breath hitched in my throat. She continued, growing sadder as she watched my face darken. "Her last words were 'Tell my Alexander, I love him.'" She said solemnly. I can't feel. I can't think. I mean, I knew this was coming, and I tried to prepare myself for it but nothing could prepare for the pain I felt. I stood motionless. I couldn't seem to breath, like my lungs were filled with concrete. My knees suddenly went weak, as if they couldn't support my weight. I dropped to the floor and the tears began to flow as if someone turned a faucet on in my head. My hair fell down and made a screen around my face, shielding anyone from seeing my pain. But with my loud whimpers, heaving back and the puddle that was forming under my face I'm sure they knew what was happening. The nurse patted my back, rubbed it slightly and then left to talk to the others. Leaving me to have my mental breakdown. They talk slightly louder now so I can understand what they are saying. I hear the nurse who broke my heart speak."I have a little boy about his age and I don't know what I would do if I died. I don't think his father would be able to take care of him, especially considering he hasn't been in the best of shape either recently..." She sighed. She other doctors agreed and conversed. Mainly on what they were going to do with me. Eventually, they decided that the same young nurse would stop by later to check on me and feed me. After they all left I decided I wanted to see my mom, one last time. I quietly walk over there, as if she was in a deep sleep and I didn't want to wake her. As I reached for the doorknob I hesitated before turning it and pushing the door open gently. I stared at her lifeless body. Her face was pale, her long brown hair was strewn about messily. She had a sad yet content look on her face with her eyes peacefully closed as if she was in a peaceful slumber and could wake up when she pleased.

I wish she would wake up.

I walk over next to the bed where one of her hands had slipped off the edge and was dangling down. I take hold of her soft, cold, clammy hand and grip it tightly. I was waiting for the moment were she would open her eyes and smile at me. And then we would go to the park, or the beach, or to get ice cream, or just to go... anywhere. But the moment never came. I feel tears well up in my eyes again as I drop to my knees still clutching her hand. I press it against my cheek, sobbing. I lift it up to my nose and take in her sweet sent. Like coconut and warm summer sun. But it was quickly fading. I manage to get up with the support of the bed and place her hand peacefully at her side. I let it go. I slowly step towards the door and and went out. I take one last look at my mother and slowly, ever so slowly, shut the door. I leaned against it and slid down to bury my face in my knees. I wrap my arms around my legs to attempt to stop myself from shaking so much. After sitting there I decided I can't stay in this house anymore. To many memories. I didn't care where I ended up just not here. I didn't care that the hurricane was coming or that I could get lost or even die. If I did die I wouldn't mind. I would be with my mom. Maybe I should die... I have no one left... then I could be with my mom again. I stand up and wipe the tears away. When it was dusk, I was leaving.

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I quietly unlocked and opened the window in my very small room. I climbed out and did a little jump out of it, hitting the ground softly. I hear a car pull up and stop dead in my tracks. The nurse helped a young boy about my age out of the car. His hair was short, just a little longer than a buzz cut and his skin matched his mother's dark cocoa color. We met eyes as his mom took a dish out of the passenger seat. He kept eye contact as he reached for his mom's arm. I shake my head and mouth the word 'No!' waving my hands desperately. He gave me a confused look and his hand hesitated. I wipe fake sweat of my forehead and mouth 'Thanks' before continuing to descend into the unknown. I continue, my back hunched when I hear:"Mommy?" I turn horrified to see the same little boy gently shaking his mother's arm. I frantically wave my arms in a cutting motion and shake my head "No!". The boy just shook and tapped his moms arm harder."Mommy!" He pleaded more desperately. Looking at her then me. Dang it you stupid child. I hear her respond after he gets more desperate."Hm?" She says not even looking up. This kid wasn't gonna listen so I took off, swiftly sprinting through the tall grass. When I was out of sight a hear him in the distance."Mommy! The boy!" I see what looks to be her shape look up. Confused, she said:"Honey... there is no boy." She looks some more, swiveling her head around."But he was there Mommy! He was looking at me! He ran away!" He says attempting to get her to understand."You must be seeing things kiddo." She replies, ignoring his attempts and finally lifting the heavy looking crockpot out of the seat taking the boys hand."Now Aaron I want you to be nice to this boy. He has been through a lot lately ok?" He nods his head and they step up onto the porch. She knock and the door and waits for the response she wasn't going to get. After a bit she knocks again and waits for it. Still no answer obviously."Alex?" She says. "It's me. I'm here to bring you dinner!" A worried expression crosses her face."Alex?" She asked again with more concern in her voice. "I'm coming in ok?" She states and pushes the door open. I hear rummaging and I dart. Continuing off into the distance. I hear "ALEX?!" And look back towards where my home was. I continue running. Who knows if I will ever see it again.