The day after my release there was constant arguing. A few weeks afterwards, less yelling, and more door slamming, and a month later, it was just my mom and me. Ever since my mom and dad split up, my mom had to take on two jobs, so that meant staying home alone. I had constant nightmares on the night I had my accident thinking of what else could have happened. Why did I do this to myself? I heard the locks on the door unlock letting me know mom was coming in.
“Marcus…” she shouted.
I got up from the bed and slowly walked to the door as I could hear her pass my door heading to the kitchen. I walked out and slowly dragged to the kitchen, hearing her opening up the cabinets and messing with some glasses she had.
“I had picked us up some Chinese food since I didn‘t have anything to prepare tonight.” she said.
“That‘s fine.” I told her as I walked over towards the table and had a seat.
“Your progressing so well.” she said as I could hear her opening the fridge.
I just sat there and imagined how everything looked in my mind since I still had a visual depiction in my mind.
“Well, I guess you haven‘t changed anything around.” I said.
“Nope. Haven‘t had time to.” she said as I could hear her heading towards the table.
“So how has your day been? Have you talked to any of your friends?” she asked.
Friends? I have friends still? None of them bastards would call me and see how I’ve been. I didn’t say anything as I heard her place my plate on the table.
“Here is a spoon.” she said as she picked my hand up for me to grab it.
“Thanks.” I said before saying my grace and then dug in.
I felt her presence once again as she sat down next to me. It was quiet for a while until she said something.
“How do you feel about going to school son?” she asked.
School was the last thing on my mind, so I didn’t say anything. Her silence continued as I heard her place her spoon back on her plate. For some reason I could feel her staring at me, so I looked towards the direction I heard she was at.
“What mom? What do I look like going back to school? What will I get out of it? Obviously nothing because I damn well can‘t see.” I said feeling anger rage.
“Marcus. Don‘t you ever in your life speak in that tone to me. No matter how angry you get remember I am your damn mother. And you think I don‘t realize you can‘t see. I‘m not talking about going back to your old school, I‘m talking about a new school, made just for you.” she said.
“A school made for me? Mom I‘m still me whether I‘m blind or not. I don‘t need to go to a retarded school.” I said in defense.
“But it‘s not for retards as you say. You‘re so intelligent, talented, and very smart, you need to at least complete some type of school…” she said.
“Look, whatever school that you are trying to get me to go to, I ain‘t going. School is obviously not for me anymore.” I said and left it at that. I wasn’t even hungry anymore that I dropped my spoon on the plate and got up.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I heard her place her spoon on the plate as well.
“Not hungry.” I said then walked towards my room without stumbling over anything. I finally familiarized myself with the surroundings as well as hearing if anything is near me. I am a fast learner, but I want things back to the way it was.
A couple of hours I spent in my room thinking about what my mom and I were discussing at dinner. My ears suddenly keened in to a door opening and conversation spurring in the air. The deep voice was familiar. Very familiar.
A sudden knock appeared at my door. “Yo!” I answered. The door opened without my permission. “Yo, who you think you talking too?” the male voice appeared. I continued lying in the same position.
“What you doing here?” I asked really not caring. “Came over to check on you son.” He entered, closing the door behind. I felt the edge of my bed slump down letting me know he is about to discuss something.
“It’s been a while since I’ve talked to you. How you been?” he asked while clearing his throat. He sounded a bit nervous. “It’s a little too late to talk don’t you think?” I asked. “Don’t go there... You know I’m always here for you.” he stated. “You always cease to amaze me. You waltz in here like we have things to discuss. What happened when I tried to tell you things, huh? You were so busy trying to always prove a point to mom to make her feel stupid when all along your stupidity caused more damage than you can ever imagine. I shouldn’t blame anyone for being blind but myself but I can’t. I can’t just blame me because all of the arguments every single night has drove me to this. Now I have to live through the mistakes ya’ll couldn’t settle.” I said angrily feeling a bit overwhelmed of the circumstances.
Silence settled against the walls, but his heavy breathing pattern let me know he was here still. “Your right son.” Was all he spat out. “I don’t want to be right all the time dad. Ya’ll the grownups. When are ya’ll going to act like it?” I asked enraged. “When can I sit back and be normal again and have parents who love me and love each other?” my sarcasm bellowed. Everything began to go through my mind as questions continued rolling through.
“Alright Marcus. I see we have many things that needs to be resolved, but that’s not why I’m here.” He said. I laid there waiting for his reasoning. “Your mom and I have been discussing your future, your education, and so on…” he said as I cut him short. “My future? You got to be kidding me. My future has been long gone just like you and mom relationship. Unless you have money matters to discuss I don’t have the time to hear about my future.” I said angrily when suddenly I felt the bed move and hands grasping a hold around my arms. “Back up off me bruh!” I said pushing away a shadow in my mind because the memories of the way my father looked slowly faded away.
“Your mom and I had our issues and so we decided to split, but that doesn’t stop making you my son. I’m trying to help you rebuild your future not tear you down. So you going to sit here and listen to every damn word I have to say. Okay.” He said firing out more anger than an enraged bull. “You’re going to finish school. You’re going to graduate, and you are going to fulfill your dream.” The thought of my dreams floated in my mind. That dream is long gone now…
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