Memories of Dispair (Editing)

Chapter-Untold Flashbacks

"My daddy is a national also mommy is a police officer." He offers me another bright smile causing me to smile too. We talked about Gregory's parents, how second grade is the easiest, and superheroes too.

"Mony I need to check on my mom." He jumps off of the bed heading to the door glancing at me for is his approval: I nod understanding him knowing me and Francis will do the same. He gave a little prayer, but leaning in I can hear the last parts, "Please don't take my mommy. You took daddy from me, and mommy is a superhero....please don't take her." He leaves without another word seeing heartbreaking tear slumber it's way down Gregory's jaw then disappear.

Gregory's dad died by a fire and his mom might die while she's in a-coma ; a decorated officer got shot while doing a traffic stop. Gregory is kind kid that has a gentle heart that I wish I could've had while Ernesto was alive. We planned to adopt since I couldn't have kids but we were planning to try get some help.

The only person I could think of to call is the only person I haven't made time to give affection to. I laid on the bed restlessly wanting to do something other than eating, examined, and walking around the hallway boredly. I hear a tap on the open door seeing a male nurse standing my mother whose eye's have dark circles and her usually bright blonde hair is now wither down.

She smiles brightly seeing her whitening teeth offering a glint of shine making her look more appealing than how she looks now. I got off the bed tiredly my mom walking over too then giving me the tightest bear hug that any daughter or son can have. My whole body just gave in sobbing quietly and apologizing assesively wanting her to know that I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused to her, dad, and Francis wanting her forgiveness.

Pulling away she smacks me over my head crossing her arms and giving me a stern look: rubbing my head I wimp lowly brushing my red hair back to make it more soothable, "Ever pull a stunt like that again, and the drink won't kill you. I will." I let out a small laugh my hiccups taking over as I laugh.

I told her everything of what happened the day Ernesto died; we got ambushed and while going the stairs they set small explosive, I hit across the wall on my back then fell on the floor, Ernesto fell down the stairs and the side of the stairs a few rocks hit him, they dragged him a few feet in front of me and started to beat him making me watch while I was a little consioness, I tried to get to him but they broke both of my legs and fratured my ribs while doing so, and sadly Ernesto was a prisoner of war as we found him two month's later; tortured and dead lying there hinged on the floor like was some fucking prize possesion: I blamed myself even now knowing I should've done more for him for the person I still love and will do anything for.

       Two Month's Later

Patting my blonde hair back I look at myself smiling at how far I have come in four month's in total: Now moving to New York City to help some veterans over there while I help James; my ex-therapist also boyfriend.

After I was done at the hospital I went to new therapist,quiet my job started to work with my day for a month, and then saved up enough money go work and move to the big city. I did loose Alex leaving me a text that he needs time to rebuilt himself and see what he wants in life, Francis proposed to his long time girlfriend, and I decided to start dating to see how it'll go and then James and I decided that it will be nice to see where we'll go.

I shuffle the boxes pushing the trunk up then closing the window shield wiping the little sweat from my forehead. I rest my hands on my hips then my dad stops besides me putting his arm around my shoulder, "I know you still need time...but I please continue going to therapy and don't push yourself to hard-" I look at him giving him a smile and nodding in agreement. He turns me to face him and rests a hand on my shoulder, "-Take care...your my little girl, and I know I can't protect you or Francis al the time, but just try take of yourself." I can hear the cracks in his voice reminding of me of the day I signed up for the Marines.

I get in the car waving goodbye to my parents as they stood at the doorway waving back then driving off. I exhale then inhale feeling my insides flopping over and out then turning right seeing a park and smiling to myself.

**FlashBack**

Sititng down after playing with my dog I let my dog sniffle around without the leash knowing he's been a goodboy. Closing my eye's I feel someone sit besides me on the sand then the smell of smoke whispering around my nose giving it a good slap. I brush the air looking at the man besides me seeing him looking straight.

"Smoking causes cancer." I inform crossing my arms hinting at him to put his smoke, but instead he continues to do so ignoring my hints, "My grandma lived to be 90." he claims blowing the smoke again then letting it land on the floor, "I bet she was old and wrinkly which is how you will look." I roll my eyes hearing him snicker under his breathe noticing he is looking at me.

I look back at him letting a smile form on my lips as I stick my hand out, "I'm Monica." He smiles back shaking my hand softly then kissing the top of it; his eyes showing cleverness to it, "Name's Ernesto, I have a brother that likes coming to this park when he visits from Peru." He mentions then pulls his hand away.

We both got in talked of  what want form are life's and what we want to be and some of are dreams too. Something about joining the military came up explaining that I'm thinking of dropping out in college and being in the marines and he was going to join to send his family money. 

I call my dog back locking the clip with his collar then getting up to leave and go walking back to my college dorm, "I thought you were a bitch at first, but I think I shouldn't have prejudged you." he admits letting out a snicker; rolling my eye's I step closer to him and kisses his cheek whispering in his ear as I slip him a rip paper of my number on his hand, then I walked away glancing over my shoulder to see him then forward again. 

       **Flashback Ends**

My phone began to ring seeing the ID name of 'Diana Bell'  answering the phone I hear the good news about the adoption smiling brightly over the phone nodding at every word while all I need to do is sign papers which will take a few business weeks before I can get accepted, "Thank you."

Gregory will now be my son and I will be his adoptive mother. It took convincing before the judge can agree to let a woman with PTSD adopt a child that is now mines but have come to love as a son. I do wish his mother didn't die, however maybe things happen for a certain reason. I still don't have shit figure out like some fucking philosopher but at least I'm not that bat shit crazy. 

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