Depression: A Chain of Events (Part 2)

The mother gets off work and is on her way home.

She’s very tired and is ready to be alone.

She feels something vibrate in her pocket, it’s her phone.

She answers with a hello.

It’s the police.

They have called to tell her that her daughter is dead.

And that they found the letter on the table and it’s been read.

The sound of the mother’s voice was full of dread.

She wanted to cry but she could not.

She was too tired.

She had to go to work early or she would be fired.

She didn’t cry but did faint.

Laid on the horn and the gas pedal.

The car accelerated with no one to drive.

And since there was no one to drive no one saw the little boy.

The little boy was in his yard playing with his toy.

Minding his own business.

The police on the phone kept saying “Ms.? Ms.?”

The car turned into the yard and almost missed the boy.

The car ran over his legs and then hit a tree.

The mother died instantly.

The boy was in pain crying for his mommy.

The boy was only but three.

Blood was everywhere and a neighbor came over.

Called 9-1-1 and then got his mother.

The ambulance was soon there.

The mother was stroking the boys hair.

All the other neighbors were in the street.

They couldn’t do anything but stare.

They gathered in groups and starting asking what happened.

The ambulance went to the hospital like it was to do.

They took the little boy out into the Emergency Room.

The mother was hysterical, bursting into tears.

While she was standing there helping the little boy face his own fears.

The doctors had to perform surgery.

It would take nine hours at least.

He would never be able to walk again.

The only things holding his legs together was a piece of skin.

The mother was sad, depressed and mad.

She kept asking why did this happen to her son.

He did no wrong.

He was too young, why her son?

She couldn’t deal with the pain, her heart hurt.

What he had he didn’t deserve.

She knew him with prosthetics wouldn’t work.

She sat on the chair and let out a curse.

She put down her head and let out a cry.

And asked herself why, why, why?

She hated everything at that moment.

Even people she didn’t know.

She blamed them for the pain her son now knows.

She said it’s not fair.

Said a little prayer.

And then walked out the hospital like she didn’t even care.

Like she was never there.