"Mom- Mom i'm home, sorry i'm late...really late... I bet you got a call about what happened at school..." I kick my shoes off in the doorway and continue to talk while looking for my mom, "The girl is okay though, the parents said that the doctor could save her eye and something about how the pencil didn't hit anything vital.... it was an accident... I'm gonna apologise a whole lot when she comes back to school though..." I wait for a response. nothing. She must've went out for groceries.
"Oh, Ew." There was blood on the sleeve of my sweater. I pull it off and begin walking to the laundry room.
The house phone is dangling down out of the receiver.
I put it back in, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. I continue down the hall and reach the laundry room, the door is already open.
I walk in and my foot hits something cold. My world seems to stop as i look down.
"M-mom?!"
And there she was, my mom slumped against the washing machine, a blue fluid dripping out of the corner of her mouth, and the rest of the detergent spilt over the floor in a gooey mess.
I fall to my hands and knees and crawl to her. She can't be dead, she couldn't be dead. I wrap one of her arms around my shoulders and lean into her.
she was cold, everything felt cold. The tears streaming down my face felt cold. I felt cold.
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General FictionWhen your mother commits suicide because of you, it's reasonable to stop trying to connect to people and even push them away. August is one of these reasonable people. Milo is not. Despite all of August's efforts Milo insists on being his friend. Wi...
