White

4 0 0
                                    

The room fell silent. We all knew what he had come here to say. We didn't want to accept it but something was nagging all of us.

 A sinking felling fell into my stomach as I heard the clacking of the man in whites shoes again the white and gray tile floor.

'Clack'
My heart beat quickened,

'Clack'
My family stood yet I stayed seated staring at the ground,

'Clack'
My Mom had dry tears on her face and more in her eyes,

'Clack'
The pity faced man looked at the Mother and put his hand on his shoulder, He shook his head and said his sorrys. My Mom burst into tears and cried out in agony.

 No. No. This couldn't have happened. This is my fault. I am the one who kicked him out. I am the one who placed him in the road where tragedy struck.

 It's me, its my fault. My world stood colorless and crumbling. Hot tears streamed down my face but I wiped them away as quickly as they came. I walked to my Mother and held her tightly in my arms.

 My sister had left a long time ago, she already had been called and is coming back with the food she got for us. My brother hadn't looked up from his lap after he plopped back down.

 I had to be the pillar. I had to hold the family together. It's up to me to keep them safe and sane. I dont know how you did this,

Dad.

Short Story CollectionDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora