Room B12

A Trip Down Memory Lane

1 month later Tedi POV

Its been a month since we got Alans ashes. They sit on top of the mantel. The necklace that Wedgie gave me I wear every single day. Alan was my son. Just breathe your fine. I wanted to do something for Alan so everyone would know he was here. He lived not long but he lived and he died. So what better way then to write a song that millions would here. Cause alot of people lose there children.

When your gone My heart shattered every day

The day I got the news was the worst kind of bruise.

When you died a piece of me died to

The sky was bright blue but its was raining on me

They say the pain goes away but it never did that day

I knew you where safe tho when when I reseved the case.

You hadnt suffered you went quick

Tho the idea of you being gone made me phyically sick

I had to believe you went quick to quick for me to see

But you didnt you didnt suffer you see

It didnt make it any better You where my forever.

It was bad enough you see

Your no longer here with me

7 months later

TEDIMAYE:

Its been 7 months since we got Alans ashes. Our plane just landed in Springfield, Missouri. We get a taxi to my old house. When we pull up to the old white house I feel lost for a moment. I walk up the steps and open the door. Know one has stepped foot in this house for 5 years. Since my father beat me half to death. Its a very painful memory. My aunt was nice enough to get rid of the food in the fridge ect so many years ago.

Wedgie came and put the luggage on the ground. He stopped in the door way to. Just as lost as I was in memories. "Nothing is gonna happen to her." Wedgie said walking to stand in front of me. We both looked at my over sized stomach. She was due in just 2 months. I was 7 along. I had feared this trip for a while.

Feared lossing her. "I know. Just over whelmed." I said. We both walked up stairs together. Hand in hand. I knew I would have to face this room sooner or later. So I decided now. I walked over to the door. I put my hand on the door knob and walked in.

The room was the same way I left it. Set for the glass all over the floor and huge spot of blood where I had layed helplessly as my father had beaten the tar out of me until Wedgie had came and saved my life that night. I took a deep breathe.

"Ill get this cleaned up." Wedgie said. I nodded.

This isnt how it was suppose to be. I was suppose to have a loving mother and father. But both my parents are shit. I then walked back out down stairs to the living room were Wedgie was gettingt the cleaning supplies.

"You okay?" He asked. "Peachy." I said sarcastically. "We can head back tomorrow if you want." Wedgie offered. "Good idea." I said. I couldnt be in this town for much longer. This house was filled with to many memories. It hurt so bad. Every step I took just reminded me so much of all the times he hurt me. So we went and spread Alans ashes in the back woods. and went back as soon as possible but not before putting the house up for sale.

We hired someone to come in and throw everything out of the house. I just couldnt go threw it. I didnt have the protality to do so. As time driffted, life began I wonder what life would give. The plane ride back to New York was quick. I was just kinda numb to it all.