[BreakABone]

This is one of those sections where I need to get to a place, not quite sure that place yet.
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A little more than a decade later, the mother still found herself haunted by that singular voice. As the years went by, the demands changed but it always picked at her. When she worked, when she slept even when she tried to have sex.

To this voice, nothing proved sacred.


The clock read quarter past 7 when she returned to her tiny loft. It was not much, but at this point it was the only stable thing in her life. Hearing voices proved to be a huge detriment to landing a job and even after getting one, it was near impossible to hide her problems so sooner rather than later she was let go of.

The mail rose high above the ground behind the door. It had gone unread for weeks now. No good news could be in those letters she believed.

When the fridge door opened, nothing but a bright light shined in her eyes. She had forgotten to go food shopping, but it made no difference now she thought. Reaching for the phone, she would make a call that would solve all her problems.

Bypassing the imaginary dogs, she entered her room and began to undress. She did so in such a casual manner, it also seemed like she was getting ready for bed. Instead she reached into her closet, and pulled out her nicest gown. She had purchased it just this past weekend for this occasion.

After she finished dressing, she placed a bottle of pills on the nightstand by her bed. She had made her decision a long time ago, now she just needed to summon the courage to go through with the act.

She slowly unscrewed the bottle, the cops would be here any minute now she thought. She smiled a sad little smile.
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TML could feel the bond weakening, and then he heard it disappear altogether. He hardly knew the woman, but he knew what the silence now meant.

As he sat at his chair, his emotions froze. Part of him wanted to rejoice at being free, but another part of him now mourned the loss of his special relationship with this mysterious person.

While he never confirmed it, he always had a feeling that this special woman was his mother. In his heart, he knew she never wanted to abandon him, and had found some way to remain in contact.

Sadly, the connection only worked one way it seemed. Each time, he tried to reach out to her; he never received a response, but could tell the message was delivered.

He shut off the computer and left his room.
While most people would find talking to their mother only through a mental one way tunnel weird, that proved to be one of the more normal aspects of TML’s life.

As he made his way down to the dinner table, he stood at the bottom stair to admire the family he had left. While most people in this day and age were lucky to find two loving parents, TML had the distinct honor of having 6 parents who loved and cared for him.

The trade-off was of course that none of the six were married nor were they romantically entangled with anyone else at the table.

He had heard the story so many times with so many variations, but the gist of it was that he was found at the beach after a night of heavy partying. Each and every one of them instantly fell in love with the poor kid, and from that moment on they formed a ragtag family to raise him.

At times, he felt awful that they had each sacrificed their own happiness to raise him, but in some ways he knew that being in their life was more than enough for most of them.

Before he made it down to dinner though, the police came bursting through the door.
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Hopefully get time to add to it at work tomorrow.