Death and its side effects

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

If you are looking for some deeper kinda sad story, then this is the right one for you :)

I was running, running away from something I couldn't escape, but I didn't care. I wanted that feeling to vanish, that feeling of losing someone important, someone who had been by your side since you were born. My mom died to an accident, a car accident. A foreign car crashed in to the left side of my moms car. She was immediately dead. The driver ran away, scared of what could happen to him, scared to see a dead body, scared to acknowledge that he killed someone. I found out about my mom by a call from my aunt. As she was telling me that my mom just died, I stopped breathing, stopped thinking about the present and I just bursted out into tears. With the phone next to my left hear I heard my aunt telling me that it's gonna be fine and that she is on her way to me but I just couldn't take it anymore, so I ran and ran and ran until I collapsed out of exhaustion.


I heard a voice, a familiar and the voice got louder and louder and suddenly someone touched or rather grabbed me and carried me away. It was my aunt, she was searching for me all night.

And that was it, that was the day I lost my mother.


1 week after what happened, I went back to school. It was weird being the kid that lost his mom. I hated it. People who I have never talked to before suddenly wanted to be my friends. I was disgusted by people like them.

Pretending to be the friend of a broken soul, just to push their images because they were so nice to me, because they were kind to me, pathetic. I declined all request of being “friends” with them. I locked my self out. I didn't want to fit in anymore, I had enough.


Two months past and the “hype” around me had stopped. I was just the kid who lost his mom, not more, and not less. My grades were dropping, but I didn't care. I just stopped caring about everything. I went to school, went home, played video games, slept and then I repeated the whole process. That went on for a half year. Summer holidays were around the corner. I used to enjoy holidays, but after what happened with my mom, I nearly enjoyed nothing. There was only one thing, that kept me from drowning, and that was sitting in a Library and reading books. So that's what I did. I read books. During the summer holidays I read 5 books. All 5 books were placed in the “romance” genre.

I escaped in to other lives, to forget mine, to ignore my feelings. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to do, because by doing that you just displace your feelings and sooner or later you will get to the point where you have to face them. But I just wasn't ready I guess.

So I kept on doing that until today. Today I decided to finally publish my story. So that I can finally move on.


I don't want to be doing the same thing over and over again. I want to explore the world, I want to make experiences, I want to meet new people, I just want to live.


So mom. I'm moving on, I'm sorry... But I have to let you go, I have to life my life to the fullest. I hope you found your peace mom, I really do.


I love you,


Your son, Cody.

Submitted: April 23, 2017

© Copyright 2020 Archie Baker. All rights reserved.

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it did really touch me ...with loads of question rising up..and i would squiz is to be one and only this a real story?

Sun, April 23rd, 2017 3:27pm


I think this story might be similar to ones who have gone through such a sad incident, but this story is not mine, if it's that what you are asking.

Sun, April 23rd, 2017 1:33pm

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