She still was not talking,
She hasn't since it happened,
She raised her son,
And her daughter,
She had found out she was pregnant the night he had belted her,
She was a loving mother to her children but when the kids were not around,
She was again,
Dead,
She never smiled,
She never tried,
Once her children were both 18,
She had decided it was her time to go,
That night she cried for hours,
And that night,
She took the same medication the same amount that he had,
She died 30 minutes later,
Her children found her the next day,
And ever since then,
Her son has gotten involved with drugs and gangs,
And her daughter has started cutting,
Here are there stories
Pain part: 3 The Son
He looks just like his father,
Has the same drive,
The same hatred and anger to wards,
And the same pain that his father had felt when he was around his mother,
He had found her with his sister,
And from that day on he gave his life to the drugs his friends got him,
And the gangs he was in,
He had been shot 4 times,
He had stolen a lot,
He had been in jail for a year,
And still he was angry,
Angry at his father for what he did,
Angry at himself for not saving his mother,
He was 2 years older that his sister,
He was 20,
And he fought the streets every night,
He could never keep a relationship going for more than a week,
He would get to angry and leave,
Or he would get to attached and leave,
Either way he never felt comfortable,
And he never fit in,
He had only been in love with one person and that was his mother and sister,
His mother had taken the pills his father had left,
And his sister had picked up the knife,
She never spoke,
Just like his mom had never spoken,
But the love was still there,
He was in a street fight one night with the new gang in town,
Called the red angels,
They had been beating up on a girl when his gang had found them,
They took the girl and hid her while they fought the red angels off,
It was the usual fistfight,
But when he had gone to check out the girl he had stopped dead in his tracks,
It was his mother,
He ran to her side and cried,
But the girl stiffened and shrugged him off and shivered,
He looked more closely at the girl,
She looked into his eyes and flinched,
Her arms hung at her side within his reach,
He grabbed one and she winced with pain,
He looked at her wrists to find them bloody,
Open,
And bandaged,
He knew at once that this was his sister,
But before he could say anything to her he was shot in the back of the head,
The last thing he had said to her was: You look just like her.
