Quickly, I checked the time on my watch as I drove.

5:34pm it read. I'm getting home much later than I had hoped. I had to cover another workers shift until she arrived. I have no clue what happened to him, but at least I can go home now.

As fast as I can, without exceeding the speed limit, I maneuver through the cars along the highway, rushing to get home. I hated leaving the house now, knowing my Jakey is depressed at home. This new form he's somehow taken has left him with auicidal thoughts. What he said this morning made me feel as if somebody had driven a knife straight through my heart. My own son wishing he were dead over something he had no control over.

My eyes tear up at the thoughts. Thoughts that have been haunting me since the moment he said those words. Not only that, but the fact my husband, his father has left us because of it. I can't think about that now. There's more important things to worry about. Harold leaving isn't one of them. The only thing I could care about now, is getting home to my son. He needs me.

Suddenly, some idiot driver in one of those new Corvettes screams past me, merging into my lane, cutting me off.

"Get off the road, you moron!" I yelled out the window. "Stupid sports car owners. Just wait till his antics get him in the hospital and his car in the scrap yard!" I chuckled to myself, pulling into the off ramp. Yes, from the middle lane, skipping the right side lane. It was a rather, illegal and sudden turn, but what do I care?

Now down the road that leads to home, with hardly any cars, I floor it, although it hardly helps when I'm driving a minivan. At least that tiny turbo Harold installed helped a bit. Why he bought that for the van left me clueless.

Reaching up to 88mph, you'd expect to go back or forward into time if you were driving the Delorean from "Back to The Future," but I'm only continuing to speed up. Heh. This van is faster than that thing. A car that can travel though time, but takes a whole minute to reach sixty! Weird.

Without even using my blinker, I passed other cars, scarce as they may be. Just ahead I could see the bend that went left, telling me I was almost home. For the turn I slowed to fifty, going to the right side of the road, and knowing a few tricks or two, I came in for a wide turn around the bend, meaning I could even speed up if I wanted, but the turn off for home was right after the bend. The dirt road lifted my spirits as it came into sight, slowing down more. This is no off-road vehicle, meaning the wet and soggy dirt from yesterday's rain would cause me to slip and slide.

I came into a rather quick stop, hurrying to get my belt off and open the door as I did. I ran out of the van and up the the front door, to my surprise was wide open.

"Jakey!" I called out one inside. "I'm home!"

Maybe he's sleeping, so I went up the stairs and to the right down the hall and into his room.

"Jakey!"

Empty.

"Jake, where are you?!"

Now I was getting worried. Next, I went to check the bathroom. I threw open the door, finding he wasn't inside. There, I found the mirror, lights and ansy thing else glass were shattered, minus the window at least.

What if somebody broke in?

I then checked my room, to find it empty. By now, I'm sure he'd have answered me. I headed downstairs to the back door, and ran outside. I looked around seeing no sign of him. I then darted across the yard and into the trees, down the path that lead to the large lake. I should have taken a flashlight, the sun is almost gone and it's getting dark.

Soon enough, I arrived at the lake, the full moon above shining down on it. I looked across, then to my left. Nothing. Then I turned to my right.

"Jakey..." I sighed in relief. His starry mane and tail shown brightly, back turned to me from the tree trunk he sat on. I took a heavy breath, allowing my pounding heart to rest as I slowly approached him. "Jakey, I'm home."

He doesn't answer.

"Jakey?"

I put a hand on his shoulder. He turns his head to me, his slitted eyes gazing into mine.

"Mom...why didn't it work?" He whispered softly, his voice raspy.

This confused me.

"What do you mean? What didn't work?"

He then looked down and turned to me.

"JAKEY!" I gasped, falling back.

He had a knife in his chest.

"Why didn't it work?" He asked again.

I then felt the ground was was. I looked at my hand and saw blood.

Slowly, I stood up, my breaths choppy. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. My son sat before me with a knife in his CHEST! His white shirt was soaked red with blood.

"Mom?"

I took a deep breath again, walking up to him once more. Slowly, with a shaking hand and trembling knees, I took hold of the handle. I swallowed.

"I-I'm going to take it out...okay?"

"Don't..." He muttered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It'll hurt..."

"But it has to come out, sweetie..."

He was quiet for a moment, then nodded slowly.

A few more deep breaths later, I wrapped both my hands firmly around the handle.

"I don't want you to take it out...please don't..."

"But you just..."

He looked up to me with weeping eyes. "Please..."

"No. It's coming out." I said firmly, pulling it, angling it upwards in the slightest to avoid cutting him more. It refused to budge at first, but at an instant, it pulled out, long and bloody.

"I'm sorry, mommy...I didn't...I just..."

I dropped the knife and pulled Jake into a hug, unable to fight the tears, and they suddenly began to flow.

Author's Note

I know I said things will get better, but they WILL! Just be patient my friends :)