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Hector von anger in the pain (part 5)Hector hunched over as his mother pet his hair and moved it from his face; Hector side glanced at his step-father wondering what had happened while he was gone. Bobby seemed to get a very angry face and began to walk off. Hector mother calmed down after a few final letting Hector go, hector was stretching and covered his mother with the throw blanket that they kept on the couch in case someone feel asleep on it. Hector sat in the chair that was next to his mother on the coach and waiting for Bobby to come into the living room. Bobby walked into the living room and looked at Hector with an angry looked; Bobby looked at Hectors mother at this point and sniffled.
“You know she loves you right?”
“Why don’t you tell her anything anymore like you use to do when you were little?”
“Because I don’t want to stress her anymore”
“Are you blaming yourself for what your mother has become then”
“I do every day
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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