His Story

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"A perfect family is a death wish."

A L A Z N E

I watch as the blue and red lights flicker, the girl from earlier who tried to kill me getting handcuff and put into the car.

Roder had his hands in his pocket as he watch in silence while I did the same.

I felt bad for her.

Guilty as her glance pierce through me.

I glance at the floor avoiding any kinds of eye contact with her and stood there awkwardly as the car drove off.

Roder spin around as he face me, his hands deeply tuck inside his pocket, "So," He glance around the area "What now?"

I tuck a strand of my hair over my shoulder as I shrug, "I don't know." I whisper "I need some rest."

My gaze turn against the yellow tape with the words, 'caution' written all over it in caps around my house.

Roder rest his arm around my shoulder as both of us stare at the house speechless.

A tear slip down my cheek as I thought about how much I was going to get bully at school because of this.

"Nice house Alazne, I like the caution tape signs."

"Halloween's over, you should remove the signs."

"Hey, I need advise. I'm trying to spice up my house and I need your help to tell me what not to do."

"Roder, where am I suppose to go?" I ask him, my gaze still on the house.

He tuck a strand of hair behind my ear as he reply, "With me." Simply.

I didn't bother refusing.

Knowing that if I did, he'll insist until I give up.

"After all," He said, "You did let me stay at your place when I had no where to go."

I smile as I whisper the words, "Thank you." To him.

He embrace me, his arms wrapping around me and the only thing keeping me warm in this cold world at the moment.

His chin rest on my hair as I cry into his hoodie.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, my voice cracking and disgusting.

My mother was gone.

All the memories I had with her playing over and over in my mind.

I couldn't stop.

All the good things and the bad things that happen.

All the times she protected me when no one else did.

All the beautiful words she told me as she rock me back and forth with a smile on her face.

All the times she changed a bad mood into a good one.

All the times she showed me love.

Sadly, I couldn't get back those memories.

Sadly, I couldn't make any more memories like that with her.

She was gone, dead.

The last time I remember her face was when she was taken away by the ambulance.

Her skin pale as she lay there numb and left me broken hearted.

I miss you, mom.

I love you, mom.

Look forward to seeing me. I'll visit you.

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