The Curse Of The Crying Boy

I pace back and forth from one wall to the other wall. I can’t believe what he said and did. He calls me crazy.. does he want to see what crazy is because I could show him what crazy is. He really thinks he’s going to get away with this? He’s so funny. He’s going to fucking regret this. Who does he think he is to take my sweet boy away? From the beginning, he never liked him. He always talked badly about it. Tried finding thing with him that was wrong. Tried to make me believe it was cursed. That it was dangerous. He was scared… the only thing he should be scared of right now it’s me. Not my sweet boy. He did nothing wrong.

My poor sweet boy, he must be so scared right now in a new home all alone. I close my eyes and I feel him in my heart. We will find our way back to each other, I promise, my sweet boy. Be strong! Mommy loves you!

Rene wanted to do this to me… I’m gonna give him something to be scared of. Watch me. I look at the time. It’s 10 pm already! I walk into my bedroom. There he is, in bed sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. He never even gave my sweet boy a chance. He judged him without even getting to know him. He didn’t even try.

Before I can even acknowledge what I’m doing, I throw a lit up match into the bed. The bed bursts into flames. I stand there as I watch Rene scream for his life, getting burned alive. How do you like it? Because that’s exactly what my sweet boy went through. Feel his pain. He finally stops screaming. I hope he’s happy.

I turn around, look at myself, and smile. I feel the warmth of the fire, making me feel safe. I know my sweet boy won’t let me burn. I know he’s here with me. The fire grows fast. I need to leave before it’s too late. I walk down the stairs through the flames, take my purse and make my out, closing the front door behind me.

I go in my car, start it and make my way out of the driveway. Watching my home burn to the ground from my rear-view mirror. That’s when I see my sweet boy painting in the back seat. I smile at him and that’s when I notice and look next to me. My sweet boy is sitting in the passenger seat, smiling at me.

“No one can tear us apart” he says. As we drive off into the sunset.