Franklin Park
November 25th, 1996
William wasn't doing well. Everything around him was falling apart. His grandparents had both passed in November. He'd gotten into a car accident in June. His old scars still shone fresh.
Now, here he was. Wandering Franklin Park. His mind wandered back to when he was young. When his mother was around. She had always been good to him. William never understood why she'd run.
Someone tapped on William's shoulder. He turned around.
A disheveled woman stood there. Her face was covered in scars and bruises. Her hair was a lot more gray than blonde. Her entire body twitched as William studied her.
But he recognized her.
"Mom," he growled.
William hadn't meant to say it so viciously, but he supposed she deserved it.
Hanna shook, shrinking away from William. She didn't seem to want to speak to him. William turned away from her and her body covered in cuts. She looked like she hadn't changed clothes since she had left John and William. Perhaps she hadn't.
Hanna tapped William again. He sighed and turned back around. She waved at him, her eyes sorrowful. She pointed at her scars and then pretended to stab herself.
"You've gone completely insane," William muttered.
Hanna whimpered. She threw herself onto her son, her entire body shaking.
"Make . . them . . stop," she choked out.
William spun away from her. He took off running, away from Hanna. She sat on the ground of Franklin Park, crying. She held her hands over her ears, her entire body twitching and shaking.
When he was a safe distance away, William turned back to his mother. He watched her collect her composure and stand up. She still shook like mad, but she was able to walk off.
The next morning, Elle knocked on William's bedroom door.
"You might want to see the news," she said.
William followed her out and was shocked to see Hanna's face on the t.v.
She was gone.
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A/N
we're getting pretty dark, and it's not even midnight yet. the bucket's almost full, though.
also, anyone know what was up with Hanna?
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forgetting me
Short StoryWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
