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This is the second page of my ending to the Burn Journals, after reading only chapter one. Hope you enjoy.

He kept hearing Brent calling his name “Craig! Craig! Wake up Craig!”             “Huh?” His mom shook him awake.               “Wake up Craig. You were mumbling.” Craig’s mom said. She was smiling at him, but      he could see her sorrow and worry in her big green eyes.            “Ok mom. I’m gonna go for a walk” He said as he walked away. He could feel his eyes watering up and he didn’t want to cry in front of his mom. He had to clear his head. He needed to think. He took the elevator down to the gift shop and looked at all the small trinkets and worthless items. Were any of these gifts supposed to actually cheer people up? Who would want a small stuffed penguin when they were sick? It was stupid. He turned to leave and saw something that made his stomach turn. It was a deck of cards. On the box of cards was a picture, a picture of an Ace of Spades. Craig remembered a few years back when his brother had made up this weird religion about the ace of spades or something like that. Craig had gone along with it and said it was cool, but only because he wanted Brent to like him. He walked out the door, grimly smiling at the memory of his brother’s antics.            Craig’s mother, Judy, watched as her son walked away. She turned her gaze back to the floor. She stared intently at the light blue tiles as she recalled the agonizing events of her day. First, she had been called home from work to find that her son was being taken to the hospital. Then, she had to deal with her other son breaking his wrist and several fingers after punching a wall over and over again. How had this happened? She had noticed that Brent had become extremely distant in the past few months, or maybe even years, but she did not understand how it had come to this. To be honest, she hadn’t really noticed what her son had been doing lately, or cared for that matter. What happened to the son who used to hug her legs and cry when she would drop him off at kindergarten? What happened to the mother who cared?  “God, she thought to herself, I have been a terrible mother.” She brought her knees up to her chin and tried to contain a sob as it escaped from her lips.  She put her head down and wept uncontrollably for the first time in years.

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