FarewellA Story by ZabellaA young boy wakes to find his father gone. His mother lies distraught in the kitchen. His baby sister is asleep. Then he finds a letter, pinned to his hat, starting with 'Farewell...'The room is still dark when Ryan wakes. The first thing he notices is that everything is black: the room, his mood, the hallway. He is pissed at his father for being so loud last night, and annoyed that his mother didn't do anything about it. He rolls over and checks the alarm clock. 4:30 flashes in green, so he gets out of bed. He stomps into the hallway, not caring if he wakes Emma. The baby can't do anything about it. The second thing he notices is that the kitchen light is on. He walks into the kitchen to find his mother sprawled on the floor beside a broken chair. Tears are leaking out from under her eyelids and her body is shaking. Her mass of black curls is spread everywhere, and she is wearing pale denim shorts. She is wearing a grey woolen half shirt, that from her waist to the ends of the sleeves is like bat wings. Her right sleeve has slipped up to reveal a large bruise blossoming. Blue flashes in front of Ryan's eyes as he takes in his mother's emotion and helps her off the floor. 'Ryan,' she chokes. 'Your father had to-go...away for a while. I don't know when he will be back.' She stumbles to the door, running into the frame, and stops in front of the dresser just outside the door. She waits a minute, before continuing up the stairs and back to her room. Ryan sees red as he realizes what his father has done. Abandoned them. Like a criminal. He sits in the kitchen until light touches the room. Then upstairs's silence is shattered by a scream. Grey fear scuttles across Ryan's vision as he scrambles up the stairs. What happened? Had his father returned? No, Ryan would've seen him come in. But he can't stop the sick feeling that has crept up his throat. His mother stands in Emma's room, her mouth open in an 'O' of shock. The baby is motionless. Ryan creeps closer and sees the pink sheets stained black, and a bloodied hammer laid neatly next to Emma, whose head is in caked in blood. Ryan leans closer to her; she isn't breathing. A howl rips out of Ryan's throat: his innocent, baby sister, dead before she turned one. 'He did this, didn't he,' Ryan says, shoulders heaving. 'Didn't he?!' He turns to his mother and shouts. She is frozen, but jerks her head. Ryan is silent, then whips out of the room and down the stairs. All he can see is red as he throws his father's pictures against the cupboard under the stairs. 'Ryan!' His mother screams, seeing what he is doing. 'Ryan, stop!' But he can't, not until he has shattered every photo on the dresser of the traitor and murderer that was his father. His mother is crying again. 'Ryan!' He runs out the door, panicked now, scared that he made his mother cry. He grabs his hat and runs. An advantage of living in the countryside was that there was endless fields to run. As Ryan sprints through the long grass, he notices something digging into his hair. He stops to take off his hat. A note is pinned there. Ryan unfolds it, confused. 'Farewell, Ryan, my son. Love, Dad.' Ryan balls the paper, collapses, and starts to cry. © 2015 ZabellaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on January 9, 2015 Last Updated on January 19, 2015 AuthorZabellaG-44 noida sec 3 nearest metro noida sector, 16 , uttar pradesh, IndiaAboutHey, I am Doctor Khushi and I am from India. I am a member 8 years of Vedas cure PVT LTD. if you ever face Piles,fissures fistula issues regarding you can visit on my profile or contact vedaspilescu.. more..Writing
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