Have you ever felt that sense of destruction?That feeling where you don't have any control of the situation? Welp my friends I ,Stanley, has reached this point and I have no idea what to do.
After being at the Candles place I said my farewells with Canyon and left to go home. My mom is about to pass away and I can't stop that. I found out my new friend was the drunk guy and I just feel sorry for him because he feels in fault of everything.
Life, I love you but why are you always mean to me?!?!?
Life: Because, you're too nice.
So if I become mean I'll get a better life?
Life: Nope.
.-. Okay... (Guys help!)
Anyway, I finally got home with Dr. Smith standing outside of my home. She's still alive, but to think that someday at anytime she might not be alive kind of hurts. It hurts so badly...
"Hey... Stanny." Whispered Dr. Smith.
He looked so tired and frustrated.
I just hugged him. He looked hurt. I feel broken. I just wanted a hug.
"I'm going to go talk to mom" I barely murmured leaving him outside and throwing my backpack to the floor. Damn those books are heavy...
I finally got to the outside of her room. If my ears aren't deceiving me I hear gulps. She's up. She's usually always sleeping when I come see her. I haven't had a full conversation ever since she got the cancer.
Creaked the door open but I just saw a glimpse of her shutting me out again.
Why? Why? Why?
Maybe it's just me, yeah. She will talk to me today.
"Mom."
"..."
"Mom Please, please just say something. I can't take it anymore. You're about to leave from this world and you won't tell me anything! I miss him too! I miss you! Can't you see I feel alone! I can't stand that you won't talk to me! Please."
I just can't. This silence is killing me. I don't get her.
I kneeled down then felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Stanny, come on it's late. You have school tomorrow."
"Dr. Smith what did I do? I don't know why she doesn't want to talk."
"Come on kiddo."
I forced myself to get up. I sometimes think that she loved my dad more.
No. She loved me too. But why doesn't she want to talk anymore? Why is she just letting it consume her?
Once I left I heard murmurs. I leaned towards her door.
"Summer. Your child is hurting. She left crying. Why don't you talk? She's hurting soooo much. I'm pretty sure you had a glimpse of her. Her eyes were buried in water and all puffy."
"You know why. She reminds me too much of him. Smith I miss him."
"Summer I swear. I miss him too. He was like my brother. But that doesn't mean I shut the young girl out."
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The Babysitter
General FictionStanley is a girl who has many problems, one of the problems she has is having no money for college. So when fate gives her a job she has no idea what she has gotten into. Along the way she realizes that she isn't the only one suffering and gains so...
