In the living room of a rundown apartment.
A week has passed since her death. I can't sleep, every time I close my eyes I always remember how she died after she apologized and how I told her none of it was her fault. It's like she was only holding on, not knowing if I blamed her for any of it but when I told her I didn't it must have given her peace of mind and after she said she loved me and couldn't ask for a better son she died... I couldn't do anything other than just stand there. She was gone so fast. No matter how much I called out to her she wouldn't open her eyes.
She always told me to smile even in the hardest times, "But mom how could I smile in a time like this."
"I remember how she seemed to blame herself for everything that could have been avoided if that bastard didn't run out on her. I hate that bastard, he caused mom's death. The depression alone could have killed her. I swear even if it costs me my life I will hunt that bastard down!" I said all this while a river of tears went down my face. "Her funeral is Friday, I just still can't believe she's gone.. Why is my vision blurry now? Every thing is messed up without her, even my vision....."
As I was recalling all that has happened. All the depression and all of the crying caught up with me and I passed out.
When I woke up it was Thursday night, the night before the funeral.