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intro he had fallen into the deepest,and darkest, dreamstate he had ever remembered. he had seen it happen. in the dream. He had been there in the room as his mother had taken her own life. no, not cowardly like those seeking attention. she was of the type that liked to rather enjoy life. his mother had lived it to the fullest, but a fool none the less, due to the fact her she had fallen by her addiction. chapter1 he had floated into the room just as she had entered. wearing her usual black tights,and loosely warn red and black shirt. she had gently closed the door by lightly leaning against at while aptly twisting the locking mechanism into place. a look of relief had swept across her face. soon to be followed by a big with a hint of crooked essential, a deep. reath escaped her body as she made her way to the bed. as she sat upon it ,the look on her face changed again. pain or grief had left her sad. she slowly produced the needle, but took a moment to reflect, did the boy ever cross her mind, that question and others will go unanswered. he jumped at the click of the cap. his hears welled up in his eyes, blurring the vision of her ,as she plunged In the syringes sharp tip. ever so slowly he watched he push down the plunger. it was her eyes that fell halfway to the last drop. never to awaken again. chapter 2 early the nest morning he had ran to be the first to open the door. ih had been a rather loud knock, but the first to have police behind the door. it had startled him but before he could say anything, he felt his grandmother's hand upon his shoulder. "Dane, I need you to go to your room." she had demanded of him. and as al.ost always, he obediently taken heed. As he wait In the room for grandmother to return minutes seemed like hours, and he had just sat there on the edge of his bed,solemnly he awaited her return. it wasn't long until he heard the familure footsteps of grandma rose, as she was called by her entire family,and their sound somehow comforted him she opened the door with a sad look upon her face, and with her arms spread out before me, he remembered those six little words. with her voice craving he heard her say, " Dane I have to talk to u." "No u don't grandma, because I already know what happened, mom died didn't she?" with eyes shockingly wide, her only answer was a silent full embrace. "yes baby boy, ur mom is gone." tearily she had said. "how in the he'll did u already know that." she immediately asked him. "Because I saw it grandma, last night in my dream. His grandmother had stood there still, a look of bewilderment upon her face. she had always been a woman for facts and reasonings. She thought that he .must have heard the police talking to her ,telling her what had happened to the boys mother, her only little girl. His mother had always been a rebel. she hung with the outlaw biker gang, The Hells Angels, and had even dated the vice president of the Sacramento chapter. with easy access to drugs and alcohol, she was usually the life of the party. everyone loved being around her due to the fact that she could always make u smile. she worked as a bartender for the chapter to try to keep a roof over her three children's heads. he had been the youngest of the three, and only eight years old was when he had had that dream. chapter three as always life had gone on with or without his consent. before he knew it, it was the day of his mother's funeral. he really didn't want to attend, but his grandmother had insisted. he had tried to explain. to her that he didn't want to remember his mother that way. she didn't even look like herself. the funeral parlor had dressed her in a way he had never seen her as well as applied make up in a godawful manner she would have never applied on herself. as weird as it may seem, he wouldn't let himself cry. because he wasn't sad. he was more mad than anything. how could his mom choose to leave him like that. he was her baby. There was only one time that he almost broke. it was the moment that he had kissed her goodbye. it was the coldness that he had felt upon his lips. it had almost shocked him as if he had stuck his finger in a light socket. now he was afraid that this would be his only memory of her. sadly it would be one of only five that would remain. His family became worried about him. he was still just eight years old. Just a baby. But one that didn't shed a single tear at the funeral. everyone had known that he was his mother's favorite. she had chosen his name years before his birth. she had always wanted an baby boy. after having two girls, she finally got her wish. but be it as it may, she was never really a good mother. so addicted to heroin she had actually done a shot of it mixed with her usual speed and Cocain right before she had gone to the hospital to give birth to him. from the moment he came out of the womb it was a fight for his life. he was born with a golf ball size tumer in his right cheek which would take surgery to remove which would leave him scared for life. it would later return ,never to be dealt with again. chapter three with his mother gone, his grandmother had taken on the responsibility of raising him and his sister. she had already h raised her kids and most of her grandchildren, all of which had chosen to rebel. so when it came time for his tur, she had little patience. he would recieve harsh beatings for his mistakes which he never made more than once. he had even watched her punch his sister directly in the face for calling their grandmother a b***h, leaving her nose pouring blood but luckily not broken. he had once made the mistake of loaning out a video game that he wasn't able to get back from his friend cause it was stolen. but to her it didn't matter. it was deserving of a barretment of punches and slaps until he had fallen to the ground,to be followed with a few good kicks for good measure. But even through the beatings he knew that his grandmother loved him tremendously for he was her favorite too. she had dated on him, teaching him the value of an education. he had always done well in school and because of that she had let him join in a bowling league at the bowling alley right down the street from where they lived. right from the start he showed tremendous skill and ability and would go on to win every tournament he had joined, as well as taken first place in every league he was in. he even went on to play in a tournament with real professionals at the age of 11 and had beaten every on he had bowled against. all of his coaches had the same mindframe that he would one day go pro and take the bowling world by storm. but he had never gotten the opportunity. he was soon to come.to live in life's harsh realities. it took him four long years to realize that his mom was never going to come back again. a young brain has a hard time with loss. the human brain can cope with grief in many different ways. but when the realization had hit him, his will to live vanished. he even plan Ed it one night on the phone with his little girlfriend. it.must have really scared the poor girl, and was left to cry ,while being looked upon and not go unnoticed by her parents.when that had questioned her what was the matter. she had relunctly told them of his plans to take his own life. the girls parents took action and called the authorities. this was the first time the boy had ended up in cuffs.