My mother came home at about 10:00 pm that night. Tired, sore, and hopeless that she would never be able to get another job. I saw a new bruise on her left eye when she came home. "great" I thought. "she had another bad day".
"Hey mom...what happened to your eye"? Ahh kid don't worry about that. Just a little disagreement". *sigh* i knew who did this. My mothers pimp..he's a total *******. "Mom was it DshiNNE again"? "Kid! i said don't worry about it, it just work"! She stomped upstairs again like she does every night after work.
after her shift she smokes her crack. Always.
I was still sitting in my living room or, what was supposed to be a living room. This room was just a couch and an old TV. I sat there, thinking about whatever the hell. Then I hear a loud bang. "what the...what was that"? "mom?! whats going on up there"? *silence* I went upstairs to see what the loud bang was. My mother was not in here room like she normally was. I got this, sick feeling that something was super wrong. I went over to the bathroom. I Opened the door...
I looked deep into his eyes and saw nothing. A deep empty void of nothing. Did I even recognize him anymore? My brother. My sweet, caring, little brother. who had never harmed anyone in his life. People were cruel, the world was cruel. He stood on the ledge of the rooftop, his eyes suddenly flooded with tears of desperation and sadness, years of pain and suffering. How had I not noticed? All this time I had lived oblivious, when all it took was this one moment to open my eyes and I see the rawness of his pain. He whispered softly " thank you for being the only person who loves me ."
