So I can shine.

I shall write an essay due t my boredness.
And I'm staying over in Brenda's house now!:D

I shall start my essay/story/compo/etc/etc.
I'll try to be deep and cheem.
For once.:D
:D:D:D

I'll start here. (:

He hugged his Winnie the Pooh, wondering where his mother went. It happened so fast, so chaotic, that at the bat of an eyelid, she was gone, just like that.
Drip, drip, drip. He stared at the drops of water dripping. He was in a world, where he was with his mother, where no one would tease him, where he would not be beaten up by his step-brothers, where...
"LUKE! What on Earth are you doing??" He stared up at the bathroom door, which was flung open, with much hatred for the person who dragged him out of his heaven. "Sir, sir! I found your son lying here! He was, he was..." Luke looked at the man who was gesturing and shouting wildly. It seemed like those Charlie Brown shows, where the adult talks, and the kid just can't hear anything. Slowly, he drifted back to heaven. The ice cream man had just given Luke and his mother a free chocolate ice cream each, and they sat at a bench, and ate happily, just like the old days.
He felt a stinging slap on his cheeks. It hurt, and he was brought back to reality. "LUKE! What is your problem, boy? Uncle Foo just found you lying on the toilet floor with Pooh an hour ago! Why are you still here? Do you want to go to the therapist again?" Father's slap lingered on his pale, sunken cheeks. Shaking his head, Luke trudged back to his room, where it was an escape from all the outside world, where a nine-year-old like him, would love to stay. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, hoping that it would take him away from all his woes in the real world...
"Run Luke, run!" he heard his mother's voice, and felt the grassy wet ground. Standing up, he saw his mother- dressed in her pink collared shirt and white pants. "Run!" she shrieked. Oh no, not this again, not this dream again! He grabbed tight his mother's arm, refusing to let go. "No, I will not leave you again. I should not have let go of your arm that day!" Luke wailed, as he saw a red blotch appearing and spreading out on her shirt.
The sound of the alarm clock startled him. He shook himself awake, and went to wash himself up. Hey, if I did not let go of her arm, she would not have died alone. I would have died with her, right? Using a penknife, he watched, as red liquid oozed out of his right wrist.
Closing his eyes, he saw his mother again.
"Run Luke, run!" he heard his mother's voice, and felt the grassy wet ground. Standing up, he saw his mother- dressed in her pink collared shirt and white pants. "Run!" she shrieked.Oh yes, this is a time to change my fate! Luke hugged his mother tightly, and refused to let go. Even after he felt pain on his wrist.
He would not let go.
Even if he saw blood on his wrist, he would never let go.
Closing his eyes, he whispered into his mother's ears:" I'll be with you, see you in heaven, mother."
Father uttered a cry, looking at his dear son lying in a pool of blood. Why didn't he cherish Luke when he could? Father thought with much regret. Scanning Luke for a miracle,perhaps a little bit of life, he found a smile. One that showed peace and happiness, one that showed, Luke was in a better , happier place.


END.
Okay, that was random and unplanned. Haha, good night.(: