chapter 9: The mother

Thank you for reading this story so far. Here is chapter 9! This chapter will be from the mother P.O.V

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I woke up in the morning after a hard night. I didn't sleep well because I was worried about my son. I knew that Sam said I mustn't tell him the truth because of the consequences and I understood why he said that, he was destroyed. He couldn't imagine his life without Alex, but he had to. It was as if I ripped out his heart. It made me so sad; I hoped he would get over it even if it took time. I got up and knocked on the door of his bedroom, waiting for him to answer me; I didn't want to invade in his private life. As he didn't answer, I opened the door slowly; maybe he was sleeping after all.

When I saw he wasn't here I frowned and I began to panic, thinking about all the possibilities. I quickly dressed myself and walked down the stairs. When I saw that he wasn't in the house, I was close to having a panic attack. He never ran away before. My hands were shaking and tears built up in my eyes. Where could he be?!

I knew he couldn't be with his father because this one left years ago because of his sexuality. I didn't exactly know what my ex-husband told him but I knew that he still felt guilty about it. He felt like he broke the family even if I already told him millions times that he meant more to me than Jack, his father. He was my own flesh, my only son!

I was walking anxiously toward Alex's house, maybe he could be there, and I hoped so. As soon as I got here, I went into Alex's old bedroom. His mother moved out of the town when her son died because she couldn't stay in this place but she didn't sell the house. She went back with her parents but I didn't know if she still lived here, it had been a while since I spoke to her. When I saw that my son wasn't in Alex's blue bedroom, a few tears fell on my cheeks. I was so worried about him! I took a big breath and tried to calm myself before continuing the searching.

I decided to visit the cemetery, it was my last hope. If he was not there, I didn't know where I could find him. I didn't want to lose him. I went, running to the cemetery completely panicked. I looked at the grey grave, trying to find his silhouette.

"Oh god... No, no, no..." I mumbled to myself, running toward his body lying down on the ground. I began to cry when I saw that he cut his wrists. It was so deep! The blood was dry; he must have done it during the night. I was so stupid; I shouldn't have let him alone! I put my shaky hand on his neck, trying to find his pulse but I couldn't find it! He wasn't breathing anymore... I took my phone as quickly as possible and called an ambulance, trying to describe them the situation as I could. They came very quickly and rushed toward my son, pushing me away.

"Ma'am, I am so sorry but... Your son died a few hours ago, we can't do anything about that. It's too late... But we found that in his hand... I think it belongs to you."  The young man told me with a sorry look on his face.

I took the paper and sat on the grass, I was feeling as if I was going to pass out. I wanted to throw up and scream at the same time. Life is cruel. He wrote a suicide letter, all the things he wrote... I didn't even know everything he had to deal with! I thought he was ok, except the thing with Alex! But I guess I was wrong... Everything was my fault, I failed and because of me, my only son killed himself. I should have listened to Sam; he knew what he was doing... Everything is my fault.

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The funeral was a small ceremony with only a few peoples. My best friend, Céline and her daughter Vanessa were here. There were also a few of his teachers; they told me they felt guilty about it. They should have done something about the other students. His father wasn't even here! I've sent him a message because I thought he would like to know that his son died but no. He told me that he didn't care, that he got what he deserved. It only made me cry more. He didn't deserve that, my son was so sweet. He was just perfect... He was my son... The funeral was really moving, with a lot of tears. I couldn't believe it, it was as if I was in a nightmare but it wasn't one, it was the horrible truth.

His grave was now next to Alex's one. I hoped my son was happy now, wherever he was. He deserved it. On his grave, you could read:

"Bradley Dermanis, 1996-2013, rest in peace next to the boy you love."

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*Bradley P.O.V*

I opened my eyes and I saw Alex. He had long, white wings. He was an angel which meant I was dead. Finally! A smile found its way on my face. I hoped I could be happy now. I pulled him in a hug and began to cry with happiness while he patted my back gently.

"You shouldn't have done that. I told you that you weren't alone even if I wasn't here physically... Nothing was your fault, it was mine. I should have been more careful... I was just stupid." He mumbled against my hair.

"I love you..." I whispered before kissing him, showing him how much I loved him.

"I love you too, babe..." He murmured against my lips, giving me a quick peck before taking my hand and leading me to our new home...

Finally, I had my happy ending... Nobody could break my happiness now. I am finally happy.