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Memories
By Destro

 

The couch cooled Jonathan's troubled insides as he leaned against the back of the black leather
seat. He gently laid the sky blue, leather-covered book on his lap. 'Album' was inscripted on the
cover in gold, cursive letters. He ran his fingertips along it, sensing the rough texture.
He slipped it open with a silent, swift motion, releasing a small cloud of dust that he briskly
waved away. He gazed at the first page with emotionless eyes, scanning the expressions of the people
without a sound, except for the soft ticking of the clock.
The first fading picture was of him at about 3 years old, standing outside of his old house with his
mother and father. On his mother's face was the warm smile that always made his twitching nerves
relax and his worried heart feel love. His father had the usual cold expression that made him
cringe, along with the memories of countless smacks for accidents he never wanted to happen.
He closed his eyes to shut out the memories and turned the page quickly. When he opened them again
he saw his mother holding the roses his father had given her only days later. Even in the faded
picture they looked the same beautiful shade of pink they had been when she recieved them.
But he remembered the smile she wore was fake. The roses had been a desperate attempt to keep them
together after his mother had realized Jonathan had been abused by his father. He rememered they had
been tossed to the floor after a sharp remark from his father and he had watched in terror as his
parents yelled back and forth. His father left with a heartbreaking slam of the door and his mother
went into her bedroom weeping.
A sniffle escaped as a tear dropped onto the worn paper. He quickly wiped his soaked eyes with the
back of his hand, then his wet hand onto the leg of his jeans.
With a light sob, he turned the page again and realized he should have never pulled this book out,
it held too many things that pushed his emotions to a breaking point. But the other half of his
heart was overwhelmingly happy to see his mothers face again, the one person he loved more then
anyone.
The next picture was of him and his mother at Christmas when he was five, both in front of the small
Christmas tree. Alone. Without his father. The father he loathed.
'Why did you let him go' he thought to himself as he studied the picture through tears. 'Even though
he wasn't the greatest, he was still my dad. I tried to love him no matter what. Why mom?'
He realized he was sobbing heavily now and took deep breathes to calm himself down. No matter what
he did he couldn't keep his own words out of his head. 'You let him go mom! It's your fault your
gone now! And it's your fault I have no one to turn to anymore! Not even my father..'
After crying uncontrollably for minutes, he finally got himself to a reasonable emotion. Regret
flowed over him.
"I'm sorry mom," he whispered out loud to no one visible. "I never meant it. I'm sorry.. I love you.
I'm sorry.."
He repeated it over and over, rocking himself uneasily. He glanced at the next picture, one of his
mother, alone on the church alter, dressed in the most beautiful blue wedding dress. He loved that
dress, he had watched her make it when he was little.
Now overwhelming sadness tore at his heart.
"I miss you mom," he added softly, barely moving his lips. "I know you can't, but please come home.
Please. I love you. I love you."

 

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