Minton opened the door to his apartment.
It smelled disgusting due to the foul stench of alcohol.
After entering, he closed the door and grabbed one of the cocktails in the room
He throwed the cocktails into the wall.
Shards of glass fell through the wall, the alcohol spilling over the floor.
However, He doesnt care about it.
As if to prove something, he continued to release his rage by turning the table upside down.
His rage filled eyes saw no content, his emotions of loathing made it further accelerate.
He grabbed objects after objects and throwed it into destruction, It was a complete utter mess.
Pouring out his shaking wrath he punchrd the wooden wall, his knuckles bleeding.
"Fuck..."
As if exhaustion took over him, he finally stopped.
…
After getting out of that wooden shack, I plan to visit the hospital and see my body off.
I do plan to comeback on that group later.
Arriving at the hospital, I casually entered the door at the same time someone came in.
Now all that's left is to find my body. Oof, that's the hard part.
Now, I gotta investigate.
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A lady was sitting on front of a patients room, her unconcealed distress and sadness was despairing to look at.
Having colored blonde hair, and looks of someone in the twenty's.
Veronica was enjoying the casual and freewilled life she wished upon.
However, a sudden news came before her doors.
Her son has died.
It was big news. It was not only big, it was devestating.
However, what right did she have to be devestated if she was the one that left him for her own selfish life?
She left him completely alone, removing and severing ties as a mother.
Just because she can't handle the responsibility of being a mother.
When the news arrived it was a bombshell of loathing for herself.
She hurried the hospital where the body was being kept.
All the way, she ask herself.
Why?
I'm not his mother.
I'm just a stranger that abadoned him.
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I discovered where my room was, it took some tedious effort. But I got it.
Let's see it's somewhere around the second floor, apparently.
I walked on the stairs, arriving on the second floor.
However, what I saw in front of my door shook me.
It was a woman.
With familiar blonde hair, and looks.
My mother, Veronica.
It was my mother that left me and my father.
In my times of living, one thing I wished to ask was;
Why did mother leave us?
It was devestating to say atleast;It ruined our family, it made father alone.
It made me alone.
I held anger towards her during those times; but weirdly enough, growing for years, my hatred and anger vanished into smoke.
Shaking red wrath, begone, all thou left is but indifference and apathy.
My anger and hatred vanished, but not my memories. It was traumatic, it was the day my family tored apart.
Maybe a last straw broke, but I wanted to cry my tears out and hug her.
I just want to touch my mother, and hug her.
Her cozy hugs were the best things I experienced in my lifetime.
It was a time where I felt completely safe and sound, someone to rely on, and someone that can protect me.
Anger? it faded away years ago.
All that's left is nothing. But knowing she'e gone to my room; a question asked.
Does she care of me?
It was a thought of mine. I wanted to badly know.
I wanted an straight and complete answer.
If so, then maybe being a ghost was worth it.
Maybe I have a time limit? That hypothesis came through me, and I panicked.
Due to me not being careful I accidentally pushed off an plastic chair.
I looked up at my mother, and oh boy, her face was in tears.
Did...she cry for me?
…
What? did that chair move on its own?
After crying, Veronica felt very eerie all of a sudden, as if theres a second person in the room.
She knew it was just her imagination, I mean it's an open hallway, she would know if theres someone.
However, the chair a couple doors apart her suddenly moved.
Oh dear god...
Her face was distressed and freaking out, she was quite scared.
Fortunately, a doctor suddenly came by the hallway and calling onto her.
"Miss. Veronica? Is it okay if we let you handle the memorial service? We forgot to mention it Sir. Minton."
Memorial service? Ah right, She should be able to arrange a funeral using her savings.
Hearing Minton reminds him of their days together.
It was a bitter feeling for Veronica.
The doctor the gave a reminder to Veronica.
"Oh, if you're going to enter your son's room, you should go now."
"..Okay."
Veronically replied while feeling bitter throughout the whole conversation.
The doctor realizing this, immediately left on.
Veronica entered the room, completely ready.
She didnt enter the room previously out of fear. She feared of her son's dead body.
Entering the room and seeing the completely familiar face, but with bruises and scars.
All her bottled up emotions suddenly poured out. Tears fell down her eyes. Her makeup turning into a mess.
Remembering the cute child she had back then now turned into lifeless body full of scars and bruises made her felt like her world was shattering.
At the end was it all worth it?
"I regret it..."
This was her fear. For fear she would admit her own mistake of abandoning her children. She doesnt want to realize the fact that she made them suffer.
She was selfish and obnoxious.
"I regret it. I regret it. I regret it. I regret it...."
She knew even if she muttered her regrets for a thousand times she will never able to change anything.
Loathing continues;
If only I didnt leave back then, maybe he would still be alive.
Like demons and devils whispering into her ear;
It's all your fault. You left him to suffer because of your self. It's all your fault It's all your fault. It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault It's all your fault.
She broke, tears spilling out of her self, leaning into the closed door.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, my son. I just wanted to live comfortably...live without stress of responsibility of taking care of a child, I felt that my life is going to be controlled by responsibility...I left."
Veronica broke into tears, into self loathing, into despair.