Saving The Suicidal Boy

2: The Death

I walked home out of fear and humiliation. The cold wind hitting my face was like a bullet to the forehead. I shied my face from the horrid frosty air, but that couldn't stop it. I realized, I started to like the pain emanating from the freezing wind that hit every part of my unclothed body.

As I reached the horrid house that I call home, my eye sight started to become vibrant and dull. I couldn't see 10 feet in front of me.

I stoped on the side walk, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And suddenly my vision came back to play. I pressed on to the house, as I walked up the steps. I saw my brother Roy running out the door with tear strains running down his cute little face. He said "mommy's dead! mommy's dead!" As he hugged me tightly.Waithere, quietly, I said. I opened the door, I saw her. Laying there peacefully on the stone cold tiles. Tears run down my face, I let out a scream. I said, GODYOUVULTURE! I thought to myself, my brother, he can't comprehend what just happend, he's only eight years old for fucks sake! How could something so tradgic happen to me, as I thought my day couldn't become any worse from school.

I took out my phone, my hands shook like hell as I tried to dial 911. I droped the phone after the first one, I couldn't believe this horrific event, anevent? what'saneventthatfuckingdestroysme. I picked up the phone and dialed the last one.

The operator picked up, "911, what's your emergency? I replied with a shriek, mymother, she'sdead... Idon'tknowwhathappened. She asked me "what's your address?" I replied with a stutter, 525 Echolane. "Hun we're sending a unit out, just sit tight" she said. I hung up the phone, Roy ran into my arms as we both cried desperately together.