Tear

0.1 The House

The smell of old burning spice candles, cheap Winston Cigarettes. The sound of a clock ticking on a quite night. The fire heating up the house so much all of the fans are turned on. The boy loved it here. His home, the great laughter of his grandmother after she's done making fudge. The sound of his grandfather's old Western shows mainly Gunsmoke. The asks of if Tom and Jerry was on tonight because he just couldn't wait to eat chocolate with his grandfather and watch his favorite old cartoons. Though one day the sparkle in the boys eyes left. They left the home, the life. He couldn't talk, the boys laughs weren't the same.

Though one day the rainbow, the rainbow disappeared. The arts and crafts the boy knew are know just a mess of hospital bills and fees. The sunshine in the boys life had only turned into darkness as he saw his grandfather skin and bone. The machines. The boy didn't know these feelings.

Though one day, the long two hour drive tuned into something better. Everything gets better they exclaimed. It's over the pain is over. Grandpa is gonna make it. Though when the family rejoices, a new pain comes. The drugs, oh dear God the drugs. The state of his aunt was bad. This led to no more Sunday dinners full of sweet potatoes or chilli. There was no more summer fires.

Oh no there was more pain followed after. The smell of Cigarettes that once made him feel home because of the cheapness. The spiced candles. These all turned into something sad. The nights of sitting on his grandma's lap playing games with her on the computer or watching her do the work that she needed for her nursing job had all disappeared on the 4 month of 2014.

The years only follow with more pain and drugs. Though once 2015 came into 2016 all the boy can do is watch his skinny grandpa cripple away into a slow death as the cancer devours his body. No the boy must stay strong his mother needs him. There is no more cheap cigarettes or spiced candles there is only pain, the smell of sweat. The laughter of pain. Nothing more than those last words echoing "please forgive me I know I was a horrible person but dear God please save me." The pain filled screaming of his 62 year old grandfather dying in front of his eyes January 2016.