MonkeyTheFish

 The boy wandered around the reservation, keeping out of sight in his secret hiding spots hoping that he could remain hidden for a long time. His mother had just died, flashes of her body covered in blood, her soulless eyes, her limp hand falling over the car door…he saw it all on repeat. Was there a way to repress this? He couldn't be sure. All he had were these thoughts and so he thought of the sky and the stars, wondering why no one had never counted the glorious spheres of light above him and then realizing it's because there's too many. This made him think of life and life made him think of death. Once again he saw his mother's face