Chapter 9

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by Urmom420691927

by Urmom420691927

[I think there will only be one or two more dream sequences after this oneee]
Shrignold pov
We had gotten out of school for the summer about 3 weeks ago and so far my mom has been making it hell. Every single thing I do wrong she'll yell at me for hours about it. Even my mere existence is enough to set her off now.
Multiple times a day she'd yell at me, slap me, and send me to my room. It was getting to be too much for me. I didn't want to leave my room anymore, but if I didn't she'd burst in my room and yell at me, giving me chores to do.
I'd lost my only friend, jack, before school ended so I was truly alone this entire summer. It made me feel terrible. Like I had this looming sense of dread all the time. And the worst part is I'd started to let my moms words get to me.
I stopped eating almost entirely. It doesn't hurt, I've gotten used to it. I didn't need to eat though, she's right I am fat. I heard her stomping in the hallway outside my door and quickly went to hide my diary. But she burst in before I could.
She walked up to me and snatched it out of my hands. She was so drunk even just being near her was enough to make someone else drunk.
"I thought I said to stop writing in this stupid ass book" she slurred out.
I watched as she opened it and she read every thing I had written in there
"What the hell is this, are you that ungrateful for the one person responsible for your existence?" She said, I was barely able to make out what she had said.
"Yea I am" I blurted out, not meaning to have said it
   "What did you just say, you little shit?" She asked as she dragged me out of my room and into the hallway.
"This is why your father left you, you're an ungrateful faggot who can't even respect his own mother!" She said, her speech clearing a little
"I'm the ungrateful one?! All you do is drink all day and abuse your only son! Seriously what is wrong with you?" I screamed at her
"You stop talking to your mother that way! I gave birth to you, and you somehow ended up a disappointment. A fat. Fucking. Faggot.
   "SHUT UP!" I yelled, shoving her down the stairs
Realizing my mistake, I went down to see if she was ok. When I shook her she wouldn't wake up. I checked her pulse and there was nothing there.
(Certified omori moment)
I went to call the ambulance but before I did I realized something. She's dead. I'm free. But if I tell them I did I'll go to prison. I began thinking, trying to find a way to play if off as an accident
My thoughts clicked and I decided to say she fell down since she was drunk. The alcohol test would prove correct, they'd never find out I did it.
With that figured out I went to call 911 and put on my best panic voice
"Please help!- it's my mom she was drunk and fell down the stairs. She's not getting up!- I-I don't know what to do!" I said panicked
"We're sending units you're way, stay on the line with me just in case though" the operator stated
I started fake sobbing to sell the story. I watched as the emts arrived and declared her dead, and carried her off in a bag.
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"HelloOooOo" Larry said annoyingly, standing over me
"Morning Larry" I said
"Get ready so we can go to our spottttt nowwww" he responded
"Ok ok I'll get going, now leavEe" I told him
He closed the door behind him as I started fixing my hair. Since I've had it covering my scar for so long, it just naturally falls there and takes a lot to make it move in my sleep.
I put on a dark gray hoodie with some blue ripped jeans. That's basically all I wear, a hoodie and ripped jeans. No matter the weather. Luckily today was colder so it was fine.
I put in my earrings and left my room to join up with Larry and leave. I tend to ignore the others since they don't care enough to talk to me.
I walked out the door with Larry as we made our way over. We talked about how well we slept and Larry talked about his dreams. I always tell him I never dream because I knew if I told him I did I'd have to tell them what they were about.
We finally made it to where we hung out and sat down and started talking. I was sitting on a log and Larry was sitting on the grass near the river. We were enjoying the silence when we suddenly heard a stick break behind us. We both snapped our necks toward the sound
"Hey Shrig!" Jack said
"Hi Jack!" I responded cheerfully
"Who are you??" Larry asked sounding confused
"Larry, this is my childhood friend Jack, he lives nearby so I figured he'd show up at some point"
"Nice to meet you!" Jack responded happily
"Hi, Shrig why have you never told me about him?" Larry asked
"I don't know, just never got around to it I guess" I said a little nervously
"Do you wanna chill with us" Larry asked Jack
"Yea, I see no problem with that, my daughter is sleeping anyways" he responded
"Aww, how old is she?" Larry asked
"Turns 1 next month" he responded
"Nice! Tell her I say happy early birthday" Larry said
"M-me too!" Shrig added in
He joined us in our silence for about another 5 minutes before he asked how me and Larry met
"We live together with a ton of other peopl, I don't really want to get into the details, it would be a very long story, so yea I guess that's how we met" I responded
"Yea, we've been living together, what, 2 years now??" He said
"Yea, I guess it has." I said, a bit shocked at how long it had been
"Hey Shrig, where did you go after you know- your mom died?" He asked
I tensed up pretty quickly after he said that
"That's when I joined the Love Cult and they gave me a place to stay for a bit" I replied back trying to sound nonchalant
   "You're mom died?!?? When???" Larry asked confused
"About 4ish years ago I think" I replied
"Why haven't you ever told anyone??" He asked again
"I don't really like to talk about it" I said, feeling my eyes starting to water a bit
"If you ever need to talk about it, just know I'm always available!" He said, smiling kindly
"T-thanks" I said, stuttering for no reason
"Welp, I got to get going, don't want my wife getting mad!" Jack told us
"Ok! See you around!" Larry shouted as he walked away
Why is Larry always so kind, he's like the nicest guy I know, I thought to myself
"Ready to go?" He asked
"Yea sure," I said realizing it was getting dark.
We walked in silence almost halfway back before Larry broke it
"Why do you never bring up your childhood?" He asked me
"I don't know, it wasn't anything special so I just never brought it up" I said lying
"Ok... but if you ever want to tell me, feel free" he said
"Noted" I said back
The rest of the walk was fairly boring, i kept sneaking glances at him to make it better. But that's what friends do, right?
We were almost back home when I tripped on a piece of loose asphalt and fell into Larry's arms
I blushed instantly realizing the position I was in, my face was inches away from his. I quickly stood up and looked away to hide the blush.
We walked the rest of the short walk in complete silence and when we got inside the house everyone else was sat eating dinner
   Me and Larry took the only empty seats as we both looked in disgust at the fish covered in white sauce.
I stood up almost as fast as I sat down and threw away the fish and washed off my plate. I waited for Larry to do the same as we walked into my room.
"How does he even get away with making stuff that gross?? Larry asked whilst chucking
"I don't know but someone has to stop him!" I said matter of factly
We sat on my bed and continued making jokes about the others in the house. Larry yawned and said he should probably go to sleep, I said the same and we exchanged good nights as he left.
Once he left I sat on my bed and started thinking. 'Why did I blush?' 'What's wrong with me?' I was feeling the same way I did to Larry how I did to jack.
'I can't be' 'being gay is bad' 'you CANT'
All these thoughts started swarming me when I realized. The only reason I think that way is because of what would happen if Malcom found out.
For the first time in 4 years I'm going to accept who I am, because if Malcom doesn't find out, then there is no issue
I like Larry. I kept repeating in my head. Wanting to giggle like a school girl because of how happy I was. I drifted off to sleep, and had no bad dreams that night

Word count: 1607

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