Chapter 03: Silent Swings

[Turn away now before you know what you get yourself into, this section contains a lot of miserable events, with no happy ending, turn away now before having your day ruined!]

At the hospital, her breath was steady, her heart was steady, she sounded fine, but I knew that she was in pain. While I contemplated through my thoughts, I looked through the times she had been there for me when no one else. It was only me and my mother living together, my father left her for another women. I was in tears, I didn't know what was happening, I didn't want him to leave, but my mother, she wasn't sad at all, she held me in her arms and told me everything would be okay. She was being strong for me, and at that moment I knew I had to be strong for her. But I couldn't, I found myself walking down the streets crying.

The streets were empty as usual, not a person in sight, but my heart felt more empty, like there was a giant hole in it. I wiped the tears off my face, and when I looked and saw the boy, the same boy I saw in the alley. He was sitting on the swing, crying, it was much brighter out on the swings than in the alley and I saw his face much better, he looked around my age, I also saw his bruises much better, they were worse then I last saw them.

I went up to the swings and just sat at the swing next to him, we both sat there with teary eyes for a long time. I heard him mumbling so I looked at him, he was looking at me back, he thanked me, I asked why he was thanking me for, it was because he saw that I was also suffering, probably as much as he was, and that we gave each other time to suffer together. I laughed, it was a painful laugh, but it was something. He started laughing with me, we laughed for awhile, our laugh echoing through the empty neighborhood, than after we stopped laughing, we sat in silence, it was a very special moment for the both of us.

The sun was going down, we told each other that we would come here if we ever needed to laugh, cry, or just sit in silence as the world slowly moved around us. We parted ways, he went down the street getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't see anymore, then I went to my home to. I went to the hospital to take my seat next by my mother, holding her hand, waiting for her to wake up and say it's time to go home, that everything would be okay. My mom was my home, and without her, I had no home, so please, wake up. I cry everyday, thinking of my mother, not a day goes without, when I didn't have a home to go back to.