A short story about a teenage boy finds comfort by admitting to a crime to a mother. However, things aren’t how they seem.
The Crimson sky was over his head as he walked towards the door. A seventeen year old with difficult decisions in tow. ‘Is it really worth it?” he wondered. Maybe not, but he needed to finish this game once and for all.
The brown wooden door seemed more daunting than ever. He noticed the stains on the golden door knob. He would know, he had been staring straight at it for days now. There were so many times he had tried to do this but couldn’t. So many times that his fears overcame his intentions.