THE BUNNY
It was a rainy day, but the mail still came in. Blake ran
out to the mailbox to go grab it. He saw many letters,
even letters from the colleges he had applied to, but he
was only really looking for a specific letter: the letter from
the hospital. He found it and opened it. He read every
letter on the paper. Blake could not believe what he had
just read, and he looked out at the woods around him.
Rage quickly overtook him. He punched his mom’s car.
He stopped, noticing a full bottle of vodka and next to
it appeared to be a container that read, “the bunny.” He
went back inside and went into his mother’s room where
she was lying on her bed, terribly sick. Crying, he had to
tell his mother that the hospital couldn’t do anything for
her since they had no insurance. He hugged her and gave
her a kiss on the cheek. He ran out, grabbing his mother’s
car keys, and went for a ride to keep his mind off things.
It was the middle of the night. Blake returned
from his joy ride, parked the car right where the mailbox
used to be. With the bottle of vodka in one hand and the
container that read “the bunny” in the other, Blake went
inside his house, to his mother’s room where she was
sleeping. He opened “the bunny” and everything went
by in an instant. Blake dropped everything and fell to his
knees. He saw her, his mom, laying there not moving,
covered in blood. He saw “the bunny” on the floor next
to him. Blake, tears running down his cheeks, at a loss for
words in his very home. He picked up “the bunny,” and
ran out of the house. Blake’s house was surrounded by
woods, it was pitch black. A house surrounded by woods,
where else could he go but t