Connor sits on his bed staring at the door knowing that he should get up and into the shower. He just can't be bothered however. What's the point of having a shower when he's going to have another one later that night? It just seems like a waste of time.
Blinking rapidly and swallowing hard, Connor creaks upwards and opens his cupboard languidly and changes out of his night clothes. He then remembers that he had to try and act normal for his mum. Would do so for his dad but he's either drunk or asleep.
Lumbering downstairs, Connor swallows down the omelette his mother made for him, which tasted like sand paper. His mother is silent throughout the breakfast however, she turns around and folds her arms across her chest.
"Your dads been let go so-," his mother exhales sharply, "-we just need to be a bit more empathetic." Instinctively, Connor turns his head towards the kitchen door expecting his dad to walk in before things used to be. Before the alcohol. Before the baby died. Before everything.
"Will he be okay?" Connor finally speaks,
"I don't know."
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