The fake smile on your face. The lights beaming at you. The makeup applied on thick. The lights now fading. That feeling of panic as you realize, that you have to get to the green room before the audience exits the theater for intermission. I opened the green room door and ducked inside. It was a rainbow of costumes and legos everywhere. I looked around and spotted my mom helping my brother with his hat. I waited for her to finish and come and help me with my costume. I waited impatiently for her to grab my costume. Finally, she came over to help me. As she hurried over, I noticed that her eyes were glossed over, and she looked really sad. "Hurry!" I practically screamed at her. "We have plenty of time." She responded patiently as she started
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It smelled like the sewer and of soot. I was eating a cherry Tootsie Pop when my sister quietly asked my mom what had happened. She whispered something in my sister's ear and she broke down crying. My brother and I looked at each other, confused. What had happened? We got in the car and that was the first, and only time I have ever, EVER seen my mom cry. She said with a shaky voice " Brent Visser..." Her voice stopped and she started sobbing. "Brent Visser didn't like himself very much." I didn't understand right away, but my brother did. He started crying loudly and my mom said "He... He killed himself." I sat there, shocked for a few seconds and started sobbing. My mom pulled over and brought us into an awkward group hug. "Please, promise me, that you will never, ever, do that to yourself." All three of us looked at each other, and with shaky voices said "I promise." My mom took us home, and told our dad what had happened. I sat on my bed, sobbing. Feeling miserable. How could this have happened? My mom went downstairs, and I quietly padded behind her. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To Barb's house." She responded. She was going to Barb's when she needed my mom most. Barb was Brent's mom. I fell asleep that night to the sound of me and my siblings sobbing, and warm tears falling down my …show more content…
A counselor talked to us soothingly about it and said encouraging stuff like "Don't blame yourself." and "He didn't want you to be sad." I walked into the theater and every one's eyes were red and puffy. As soon as I walked in to the theater I burst into tears. A lot of people were crying also. At the show that night, two parents made a big speech about what had happened and how we were doing this show in his memory. I was backstage, trying as hard as I could, not to cry. I went to his funeral at the PAC and it was (pun not intended) packed. I was crying so hard during the funeral, my mom said we would have to leave if I didn't stop, because his parents were sitting close to us and we didn't want them to feel even
It smelled like the sewer and of soot. I was eating a cherry Tootsie Pop when my sister quietly asked my mom what had happened. She whispered something in my sister's ear and she broke down crying. My brother and I looked at each other, confused. What had happened? We got in the car and that was the first, and only time I have ever, EVER seen my mom cry. She said with a shaky voice " Brent Visser..." Her voice stopped and she started sobbing. "Brent Visser didn't like himself very much." I didn't understand right away, but my brother did. He started crying loudly and my mom said "He... He killed himself." I sat there, shocked for a few seconds and started sobbing. My mom pulled over and brought us into an awkward group hug. "Please, promise me, that you will never, ever, do that to yourself." All three of us looked at each other, and with shaky voices said "I promise." My mom took us home, and told our dad what had happened. I sat on my bed, sobbing. Feeling miserable. How could this have happened? My mom went downstairs, and I quietly padded behind her. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To Barb's house." She responded. She was going to Barb's when she needed my mom most. Barb was Brent's mom. I fell asleep that night to the sound of me and my siblings sobbing, and warm tears falling down my …show more content…
A counselor talked to us soothingly about it and said encouraging stuff like "Don't blame yourself." and "He didn't want you to be sad." I walked into the theater and every one's eyes were red and puffy. As soon as I walked in to the theater I burst into tears. A lot of people were crying also. At the show that night, two parents made a big speech about what had happened and how we were doing this show in his memory. I was backstage, trying as hard as I could, not to cry. I went to his funeral at the PAC and it was (pun not intended) packed. I was crying so hard during the funeral, my mom said we would have to leave if I didn't stop, because his parents were sitting close to us and we didn't want them to feel even