Tyler
"Honey, lets go visit grandma." My mothers voice came from the door.
I shifted on my bed to face the wall. "I don't want to."
"This might be the last-" she cut off for a moment before beginning again. "I know she would love to see you."
I squeezed my eyes shut as I willed myself not to cry. "I don't want to go mom."
I heard her sigh from the other side of the door. It was silent for a while before the clicking of her heels signaled that she had left. That's when I let the first few tears fall. Those few turned into more and soon I was sobbing. Angrily I threw my pillows off my bed and tore the sheets off as well before knocking down my trophies in a frenzy. I went to push everything off my dresser but i felt drained after that. I slid to the floor in a pile of crumpled clothes. I was to angry to even function right anymore.
I didn't mean to be angry but I was. I was angry at the doctors for not helping her more, I was angry at mom and dad for not telling me how bad she really was. I was even angry at her. I was angry because she forgot me. I was angry because she was dying. And it wasn't just them i was angry at, no, it was me too. I was angry at myself for not being able to do anything but feel useless.
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Yarn Ball
Short Story"Time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps going on and on like the string on that ball of yarn." "But eventually it all stops" "No it doesn't. That one may stop but another one begins."
