Glitter Glue

Alone

I cried. Thomas had set a fairly large stack of papers on my lap. I looked one at a time and saw what he had drawn. There were hearts, smiley faces, one was of Thomas and I holding hands, I liked that one most of all, and then I looked at the last picture where he had written " I LOVE YOU" in glitter glue. So, this is what he had been doing all week! He was getting my surprise ready for just the right time and now was the perfect time.

If not for Thomas, knowing my weakness, I would probably have run away or killed myself, one or the other, before today. Maybe soon I would've run away or killed myself even with Thomas, but something held me back, it was strange, it felt as if I could just leave the world and no one would notice except for Thomas, yet I still stayed and lived through the pain.

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That night after I tucked Thomas in, I kissed his forehead and stood up to leave the room, but before I made it too far, one of his little, sweaty hands reached out and grabbed a hold of the edge of my shirt.

"Sister?"

"Yes?"

"Did you use it yet?"

"Use what?," I laughed.

"The glitter glue!," he just wasn't giving up.

"Oh! I haven't yet but don't worry, I will," I don't know. Maybe his glitter glue did fix me a little bit. Even just the fact that he cared about me and put such effort into something all to make me better. He had a way of making me think about things.

"Make sure!! "

"Ok I will"

"Do ya promise?," he asked tugging me closer.

"I promise," I laughed and he released me and I had a much needed, full nights sleep. I don't sleep very often, I'm usually too stressed. Instead of sleeping, I write, read, worry, and wake up sweaty and crying from nightmares, but that night, I didn't dream. There was only deep sleep and in the morning I woke up feeling better than ever.

By the time I woke up, the sun was high in the sky. When I checked a clock I realized it was already 2:00 in the afternoon and I didn't hear anything. The house seemed empty so I began to look around. I went outside to check but they weren't there so I came I the front door.

They weren't I the closet or the entry hall, neither were they in the kitchen or moms bedroom. I checked the attic too just to make sure but I couldn't find them anywhere!! I started to worry.

After a number of hours had passed as I looked tirelessly for my Thomas and my mother, I laid on my bed and cried as I stared at the ceiling. I think I must've fallen asleep because a few hours later, I woke up to a harsh shout and a whimpering cry.