she pulls her son out of bed and grabs his hand "we're going home baby" she giggles to herself like a psycho. "no mum i don't want to-" he says panicking. they're gone. she's taken him home? he didn't seem happy to be going there.
i take a cig out of the top drawer of my desk and walk into the secret room making sure to pull the poster back down after walking through. i lay on my sofa, head propped against the arm and my body layer across the rest of the sofa. i take my lighter and light my cig taking a puff and thinking about how im supposed to help mattheo. maybe im not supposed to? maybe i am? but how?