Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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Thread Topic: Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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Jenifer hurried out of the front gates, keeping a quick pace as she walked home. She didn't want to go home, but if she didn't her mom would freak out. -
She couldn't help but wonder if there was a God, if one could ever be so selfish to take both a husband and a beloved son... Hearing Christopher stirring, she slipped the photograph back under the pillow and padded into the living room.
Christopher rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the white ceiling above him. "Mom...?"
"I'm right here, sweetie," she whispered, sitting next to his frail body. Are you alright?"
He bit his lip, slightly shaking his head. "It hurts...everything hurts..." -
When Jenifer arrived home, she braced herself before entering. Usually, the yelling, slapping, and hurting would have started by now, but the house was silent. Eerily silent. Jenifer quietly looked around.
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"I know... I know..."
But the truth was, she'd never fully know... Christopher let out a small breath. "Every time I sleep there's nothing but numbness and empty space.." -
Jenifer walked into the kitchen, only to see her mother passed out on the floor, with many bottles of what seemed to be beer lying around.
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"You're tired. I'm sure things will return to normal soon."
Normal... What a joke that word is... -
She sighed, it was normal for this to happen. She picked up some bottles and threw them in the trash.
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His mother wrapped her warm hand around his. "It will all be okay." She was more reassuring herself than anyone else.
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Jenifer walked up to her small room. Lying down on her bed and staring up.
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Christopher thought of the small moleskin journal she would find after his passing, nearly tucked into the first drawer of his dresser in the folds of a red and blue sweater. The thought of her reactions summoned more sadness from within him.
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She soon felt herself dozing off.
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"We'll get through this together, Chris..."
Get through it? What was there to get through? He was dying... Christopher would be gone in a matter of a few short months, weeks, maybe even days. The disease was slowly draining the life from him, like a parasite. -
She soon fell into a deep sleep.
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He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. At least you got 16 years of life... But over half of them was spent in the hospital... Six good years. Six healthy years. Most people receive seventy to ninety.
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Jenifer fell deeper into her slumber.
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