The reality of life. Pt2

The house was eerily quiet and very dark, as dark as the quiet night.

All the sources of light in the house have been put off and for some reason, the people in the house were not bothered by it.

In the dark corner of the kitchen was a child in a black suit and pants, he was curled up with his head buried in between his laps.

Occasionally he would sniff and wipe his eyes.

One would find it strange that even though the child has been crying, not a single sound was heard from him.

Of course the child was none other than Abe, at this time he had just lost his mother and a few hours ago, his mother was put to eternal rest.

He just couldn't comprehend the fact that he won't ever get to see her again, or rather he didn't want to believe it.

It was too much for his little young heart to handle.

He won't be able to tell her he loves her to her face, and no more good night kisses from her.

After what felt like the whole day, the boy finally got up from the corner where he was seated.

He traced his way from the kitchen to the living room.

He looked determined for some reason.

His knees were hurting and they felt a little stiff, as a result of him curling up for hours.

After getting back from his mother's memorial service, he hid himself in the kitchen corner away from the pitiful eyes of everyone.

The stiffness was the consequence of him burying his head in his laps for hours, so right now he had to lean on the wall.

His head was aching but he couldn't care less, he traced his way to the living room and out of the house.

On getting outside, he sighed, dropping down to his knees. He stared up at the starry sky.

He brought his hands together to his face, something his mother had taught him to do.

He was going to pray.

"I'm going to pray for her to come back" he told himself

"God! Please bring her back, please make her come back. Please!! I'll do anything" he begged with tears rolling down his face to the ground.

But there was no response, only silence and the occasional chirping of the insects.

"Why? Why won't you ans…." He was suddenly pulled up, cutting off whatever he wanted to say.

"Why are you outside? " the person asked.

It was none other than Mr Fredrick.

" Can't you talk? I asked you a question boy, why are you out? " He asked again

Abe had always been scared of his father, as his father always scolded him for petty things.

His mother was always there to save him, but n..no..now she's gone.

He didn't know what to say or rather he didn't want to anger his father more with whatever it is he was going to say.

He could smell the strong odour of alcohol coming from his father's body and he'd been taught by his teacher at school not to indulge with a drunk person. But he had to talk, fast!!

His father won't take his silence lightly.

"I was praying for mum" he finally said weakly

"Boy!! Speak up. You were doing what?" Mr Fredrick asked, the strong odour of alcohol blowing out of his mouth on Abe’s face.

"I was praying for mum to come back," Abe said, a little bit louder.

"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh you're so funny boy" Mr Fredrick laughed like he just heard an hilarious joke.

“You want your mum to come back?" He asked after he stopped laughing.

"Yes" he answered, still wondering how he was funny, or how any of this was funny.

"Then you have to never exist"

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