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The trip to the store was uneventful, as expected. This little kid-- 10 years old, to be exact-- didn't want to go to some stupid tiny convenience store with his father. When he could be helping his mother set the table, and help her cook dinner. But, she insisted he came with him, which upset the kid.
Whenever they were gone, she had set the table, and neatly placed the freshly cooked food on the table. She took one last look at the many rooms of the family-sized home, and when she got to her son's bedroom, she stopped. She was really going to leave behind her son, the kid who needed her most. She was going to leave him behind... with... him. His father.
He's not abusive, like how you'd expect him to be. He was quite normal, actually. Well, sure, he didn't exactly treat his wife and son in a completely acceptable way. But it was something... But not enough.
As this woman stood in her 10 year old son's small, tidy bedroom, she felt a few tears form in her brown eyes. She headed over to the kid's bed, and picked up a stuffed dinosaur. He loved that thing, and she'd hate to take it with her. But, she had to go.
Along with everything in that house.
She placed the stuffed animal on her son's bed, before finally turning around, stopping at the door, and taking a final look at the bedroom. She let out a sob, and covered her mouth with her hand. She shouldn't be doing what she's about to do, but... she couldn't handle it anymore.
She left the bedroom after a minute, and grabbed a box of matches from the drawer in the hallway. And then... she lit the house on fire. Flames surrounded her as she stood at the window. That's when she heard a car come up. Thankfully, they came back at the perfect time. She watched as her husband and son pulled up in the driveway, and when she made eye contact with the kid, she smile at him and even gave him a small wave.
Her husband quickly rushed out of the car to hurry to his home which was now on fire. Now their son which they shared was left alone in the car, and so she kept the smile on her face.
She saw the worried/scared expression that was on his face, and she felt bad for what she was about to do. She raised a gun, which she had picked up a minute ago when she was in the hallway, and held it up against her chin.
Her son saw it all. His mother shooting herself, and getting the blood on the curtains, and her body falling into the fire. He was going to be traumatized for life. It was at least what was expected after this incident.
Police cars surrounded the residence, along with an ambulance. The boy stood at his father's side as the older man was being questioned by a few policemen. He kept quiet during all of this, and part of him didn't completely know what was going on. It all happened so fast. He lost his mother that night, and now he was stuck with his father. Who wasn't even equally as traumatized. It all finally finished after a bit, and the police left.
The boy didn't know what they were going to do now, as... well... their entire house burnt down. No remains. He just stood there, still completely silent. And surprisingly, he noticed his father kneel down to him, looking him in the eyes.
He didn't say a word, except instead, he pulled him into a hug. He was just staring off, not thinking about anything.
This kid was Jason Dean. Who will turn out to be a troubled teen, who might just be involved in some... well... suicides.