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Fault
By Destro

 

The dim light covered his face as Jonathan sat in his, pad of paper sitting on the wooden table in
front of him. Gripping the pen tightly, he dug through his memories for anything emotional. This
wasn't hard to find and his eyes quickly stung with tears. Tapping the pen on the paper, he set his
hand on his forehead and glanced at the clock that read 12:01am. His drowning eyes were getting
tired and he quickly wiped them with his tightly sewn sleeve, soaking it.
A few drops splattered onto the lined sheets as he got up, chair sliding with a sharp noise. He gave
the pen a toss and walked to the lightswitch, flipping it down. Darkness engulfed him as he trudged
across the coarse carpet to his isolated room.
He made a quick turn into the blackened bathroom and clicked the mirror lights on, leaning over the
cold, white sink. Sniffling, he washed his face with trembling hands, drying it with a towel. He
looked at himself in the mirror with cloudy eyes.
Dark, natted hair sat on his shoulders lamely and his face showed the pain from his past. His light
browns were red and sore from crying and his lips were chapped from lack of water. He sighed at his
own reflection and turned away, tearing-up again as he walked to his room.
He dived head-first into his bed, burying his face in his pillow. His short sniffles changed to sobs
and he heaved, soaking the bedspread with tears.
'Daddy's not coming tonight' he remember his mother's voice. 'Something happened. I'm sorry, Jon.'
He sobbed again and pulled at the pillowcase. Another flashback drowned his mind.
'You have to learn to live with her, Jonathan' he heard his dad's voice, then his own. 'She'll never
be my mom, why don't you realize that?!'
After the uncontrollable sadness, he fell asleep, still breathing heavily, eyes still damp. He
tossed and turned all night, waking up every so often either in a cold sweat or tears.
At last, he woke up without overwhelming sadness as the sun was appearing. He set his cheek on the
wet pillow and fiddled with the papery tag.
"I love you, mom." he whispered out loud as he gazed out the window.

 

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