The boy fixed his hat and slit his wrists. The blood just ran down his arms as he closed his eyes and took his final breath. His mom screamed and sobbed while her boyfriend looked on in disgust.

His boyfriend smiled at the funeral. They all thought he was happy the boy was dead but his mother knew otherwise. She knew he was hurting and brought home father figures to help him year after year. She sat and cried everyday because of her late husband. 

The men would use her for their twisted imaginations and then use him. He found love in a boy who swore he would protect him. They loved each other and had a plan to run away. Sadly the boy had a plan but it would hurt everyone but him.

His mother walked over to the boy who her son loved. "Thank you." She whispered and left feeling lighter. She worked to make sure that her second boy would have a good life and helped anyone who needed it. No matter how many times they played her she just said the same thing, "Thank you for coming." 

She didn't do this to please anyone. She did it so she could help and save the pain of losing someone in a horrid way like that for anyone else. Her son grew up and moved far away but she kept at it until she died. At the funeral her son recognized his brothers lover.

He was somber and the boy now man walked over. "They can rest easily together." He said quietly to the man. He nodded and smiled at him. It was the same sad smile that he had at his lovers funeral.

"I see them everyday." He whispered and vanished into thin air.