Post #2340942 in Beneath our Skins, a roleplay on RPG

Brik is unable to dream. He couldn't remember the last time that he dreamed. But last night, he managed to see images come to life in his mind. There was no dialogue, but the disapproving glares of his family and friends were loud enough for him. He felt the pressure of their stares burning into his skin. It was painful. He was relieved, however, when he felt the cold hand on his shoulder that woke him from his stressful slumber. His eyes snapped open, staring tiredly into the green eyes of his mother.

"Brik," she smiled in that motherly fashion. "I bought you some food in bed."

He furrowed his brows. His mother never cooked, he never even seen her glance at the oven, let alone use it. This was very bizarre. He frowned, taking the tray of sausage, eggs, and banana muffins from her hands. He quietly bit into his muffin as his mother took a seat at the end of his bed. He watched were with blank hazel orbs, but in his mind, he was quizzing himself as to why she decided to cook for him. After a minute or two of awkward chewing, Brik finally spoke up. "What do you have to tell me?" He asked with a mouthful of muffin.

His mother sighed, though she didn't hesitate to say: "Your father and I have been thinking," Brik already knew that this was going to be bad. "And we've decided that you should go to a support group for your...problem."

He swallowed his food, silently placing the rest of his half eaten muffin onto the tray. He interlocked his fingers and stared at his mom with no emotion. He looked as though he was looking through her, rather than at her. "No," He said simply.

"Brik, honey, you have a problem. We've noticed how you come home at odd hours, you barely eat, I hear what you whimper in your sleep, and that look you've been giving the world...It's not good. You just seem so distressed and-"

"Stop calling it a problem," Brik interrupted her. "I have lung cancer, mom, not erectile dysfunction. I'm sorry for not being the world's happiest dead person, but I prefer to live my last days, my way." There was a pregnant silence as he stared a her blandly and she stared at him with the concern that only a mother could have.

"You're not dead yet," she said lowly, her voice trembling a bit. "You can still get help...learn to find peace before your time is up."

"I've found my peace, mom," he replied. "It's called acceptance. I know what's ahead; I'm just waiting for it to happen."

"At least, go to one session, for me and my sanity, Brik."

The sick boy sighed, but nodded, not wanting to worry her any further. She didn't deserve to carry his burden on her shoulders. He may not show it, but he loved her. She smiled at him tiredly as she stood up and kissed his forehead. "It starts in twenty minutes, so finish your breakfast and get dressed. I'll drive you there."

He obeyed; eating, showering, and getting dressed. He brushed the horrid taste of last night from his mouth as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked at his ashen face that was complimented with dark circles that rounded his bright eyes. His cheeks looked sunken in. He looks as though he was slowly drifting away. He could now understand why his friends and family were worrying. He wasn't a sight to see. He pulled on his beanie, readying himself for a day of support group.

Once he was inside of his mother's blue Sudan, Brik pulled on his headphones and blocked out the world. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him during the ride, but if she was he surely wasn't paying her any attention. He nodded his head to Search The City as they blared in his ears. It wasn't until he was tapped on his shoulder that he realized that they were where they needed to be. He waved to him mother before exiting the vehicle.

"This will be good for you," she said before driving off. Brik nodded, though he didn't agree. He turned around, seeing that he was face to face with a large church. The words: New Christian Outreach stood out before him. With a raised eyebrow, Brik shrugged then entered the building. If he was going to find help, this was as good a place as any.

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located in Canada, a part of Beneath our Skins, one of the many universes on RPG.

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