Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

He zoomed through traffic with ease. There wasnt much to begin with at this hour. The ride was smooth, like a dream. All of this had been like a dream. Molly wasnt sure it wasnt one in fact. She reached over and slightly pinched her arm, expecting to awaken in her bed with the warm light pouring through the mini blinds in her bedroom. No. The warm light was there, but everything else was still the same. Its not a dream, she thought. Or is it? He had mentioned someone would clean the car. There was always someone there to clean it up. She couldnt help but wonder was he accustomed to having someone always clean up his messes. How capable is he of taking care of himself, she thought. We shall see. He spoke about when she had met him and the crash he had had that night. Without thinking, Molly reached over and patted his leg. She didnt speak. There really wasnt much need. She actually thought he had said plenty. Here she was seeking someone to take her life, when in that moment, she got the impression he wanted his life to end. The park was like a breath of fresh air. Women in their workout clothes jogged with white headphones jammed in their ears lost to whatever they were listening to. They were in their own little worlds, indulding in something they either loved or felt the need to continue doing for whatever reasons. A few people were there with their pets walking them and some throwing fresibies. She never was a dog person per say. Molly could handle being around a dog. It wasnt her most favorite thing in the world to do, but she could handle it. She watched him climb up on the car. The hood creaked in protest as he settled and pulled his feet up. Tell her now, she said. Just say it. Talk to her. You two shared a happy memory. Part of her is still in this place. You have to feel it being here again. So tell her. She turned and took a step away from the car. Mrs. Carmichael, thank you. I know we havent really met, but I wanted to say that. You have brought this wonderful man into the world, and you should be proud of him. Look at all hes become. That afternoon h spent with him meant so much to him. Its something hes carried his whole life. Thank you for the gift you have given the world in your son. She turned around to face him. See? Nothing to it. It doesnt matter if other people think youre crazy. That was advice she wished she could live by herself. All that matters is if it makes you feel better. Your parents have been gone a while. That doesnt mean the greiving process is over. So if letting your mother how that one day made you feel makes you feel better, then go for it. Besides, she said moving back to him and slipping up on the hood beside him, Ive already talked to her, and Im sure you must think Im crazy for it. Molly grinned before nudging into him. Smiling at him, she remembered what he had said before. Deny they father and refuse they name. Your mother gave you a perfect day. For one day you were not Gabriel Carmichael. You were Gabriel, her son, an average little boy doing what little boys do, what they should do. For one day, you were allowed to deny thy name. Besides whats in a name? That which we call a rpse by any other name would smell as sweet. You were just a little boy. It didnt matter what your last name was. You were still just a little boy. Sometimes parents forget that sort of thing, and they get caught up on things like status and money. It didnt make you any less of a little boy because of what your last name was, but to them, you had to be a rose. No exceptions. Well. There was that one perfect day were there was an exception. So tell your mom what it meant to you.