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"H- hey mom. Hey d- dad." Bill went over to where his parents sat, the dinner table. He didn't expect an answer ofcourse, I mean, who would talk to someone whose at fault for their son's death anyway?
Both Sharon and Zack didn't reply to him, as he expected. They won't even look at him. If they do, it would always reminds them of their son's killer eldest son. It's your fault Billy.
He stares at his food, it's spaghetti, he shouldn't have been so negative towards his parents, they still love him, I mean, his mom still have food ready for him. They love him. Ofcourse. Not as much as they love their dear Georgie though.
"Y-y-y'know, I s-s-s-s-" he paused "s-s-s-" saw. why can't he just say it for god's sake! He's fucking 13 and he still can't even talk properly!
"Did you say something Bill?" his mother try to say it in a caring voice, to- sugarcoat the annoyance in her voice. Bill notices this ofcourse, making him feel even more guilty. Hah! More guilty? You weren't even feeling guilty at the first place!
"I-I-I-.. nevermind." Bill murmured, there's no point in trying anyways. He stares at his food. Deep thinking- probably. He didn't even eat it, what kind of a son is he? An ungrateful one for sure. His mom had prepared him food and he doesn't even eat it.
"Don't just stare at your food. Eat it." his father snapped. He didn't say a word to him after that though. Probably not going to in a few days, or weeks, or months, or years. All because of Bill himself, he should've gone with Georgie. He should've been there for him. It should've been him. Why did you do it, Billy?
"Ruh-r-right.." now Bill's finally eating. The spaghetti tasted like nothing in his mouth. It tasted like paper. Just plain, boring, unpleasant paper. Exactly like Bill. Maybe that's like.. another reason why his friends.. left him. Maybe they think that he's no fun to be around. No, they know he's no fun to be around. Why must he be so dumb? Ofcourse they wouldn't want to be around him. All he do is just- drags people into troubles! It's pathetic. You're pathetic, Bill.
Suddenly- Sharon gets up. Collecting her plate and putting it in the sink, probably going to wash it tomorrow or something. After that, she immediately went upstairs.
"Bill. What is it that you don't get?" with that, Bill looked up. He met his father's eyes. Ooh he's mad~
"Wuh-w-what..?" he totally did not expect his dad to suddenly talk to him again.
"You have to understand that your mother, is.. she's not in the mood. She's grieving. So please, for god's sake, atleast appreciate her cooking!" his dad snapped. Looking at him like he's a disappointment. You are a disappointment, Bill.
"B-but-"
"Goddamn it! Bill stop acting like your the only misreable person here! Not everysingle thing is about you. We don't need to pay attention to you everysingle second just because your in your- teenage angst phase or whatever. It's like you wanted this to happen!" Bang! His dad slammed the table, making everything on it shake.
"Oh. I wasn't.. yuh-you r-r-really think thuh-that? You think I w-w-wanted all of this?! I don't- I r-r-really- nevermind.. It's en-not luh-like you guh-guys care."
"We do care! It's just you." It's always you, Bill., left unsaid.
"Ruh-really? So then h-how cuh-c-c-come when.. I'm literally needed h-help you guh-guys were never there?!" He snapped. He immediately gets up and he ran to his room, ignoring all of his father's calls. He locked his door, as he slid down against it.
Now, he have nothing. Nothing, noone, to come for- any sort of comfort- now. Just like the usual. He's alone. And it's all his fault.F
Finally, you admit it.
"S-shut up.." Aww, see ya again, Billy.