Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Fredrick Brooks

Let's be completely honest here, you hated to sing out of everything in your life.

Yes, you may have sung before in your school choir, in your church, in your family gatherings, and even sang to your mother when she was sad.

But you were a teenager now, singing was considered something absolutely ridiculous.

Rather, it was something you kept to yourself and did it only when you were alone in your room or somewhere quiet else because of what cruel judgemental people would say about your voice and how they would point and laugh.

You hated that and god forbid anyone see or even hear you sing in a stage, let alone a couple of bratty kids who wanted to hear what they wanted to hear on what interested them the most.

Both of your parents were people you loved and also the people you hated in your life.

No, they weren't abusive or controlling like any other parent was to their child; it's just they would fight all the time and hide the problem like it was just nothing to them.

Pillows didn't help to block out the noise if anyone would ask.

But you did have friends you occasionally hung out with time to time.

Michael, Alex, and Taylor were just the main best friends you had and still are when you grew up.

The four of you caused mischief wherever you went because it was that much fun!

It was until then that when you went home one day to see your mother growing increasingly worried that was when your love for your parents went downhill.

Your mother was growing quite some fat in her stomach by the time you were 10 years old and you asked her why she was fat.

She just gave you a smile and patted your head and said she ate too much.

You believed her but your Father didn't.

It was late at night when you heard their conversation and it kept you up ever since.

"I'm pregnant."
She said with a choked cry.

"Is it mine?"
He asked.

She stayed quiet for a few minutes.

"I don't know."

You didn't understand what that meant but all you could understand was that you were going to have a baby sibling soon.

Even for a 10-year-old, that was certainly impressive for you to pick that up rather quickly.

In the morning both of your parents told you the news that there was going to be another mouth to feed in a few months.

You were excited but also nervous.

But also very nervous, in the few months that passed by your parents seemed to distance themselves farther and farther away from each other, especially when your mother's belly is growing each and every month.

When the time came your mother was in complete pain in distress, she was crying so much that you swore she was going to kill something to show her pain.

You waited with your father in the hospital lobby as your mother was taken away to deliver your baby brother.

Your father was increasingly tapping his foot in the floor, his face was all serious and sweat was dripping down from his face.

He scared you a bit there.

You both waited for a few hours; 3 to be exact and a dawning fear rose in you that your mother died.