Half-Lich 02 - Void Weaver
“He kept thinking about his mother, about his father, and about that boy in the schoolyard—the way he had cried. He wanted to cry himself, now. In fact, he was crying, and trembling, and having difficulty breathing. When he opened his eyes he was no longer in the dark place, but looking down upon a tiny kitchen table where Isaac—then Thomas— was sitting. His grandmother’s medicine bag, which had once been filled with pill bottles of various shapes and sizes, lay on its side, its contents emptied. One of the bottles was open, and the Isaac he was looking at now had a handful of them in his hand. A cup of water sat quietly on the table, waiting to be picked up and used as a vessel for his own suicide. His mother had done it, as had his father, so why shouldn’t he? A year had passed since his father’s death, and if life had been hard following his mother’s suicide, this year had been hell. Seventeen was around the time when children in the United Kingdom started on the path that would tak...e them to higher education, but Thomas had no intention of studying and hadn’t for a long time.MoreLess
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