Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
Beginner Notes:
School is driving me nuts. 
I think I liked the way this chapter turned out. Beware of editing errorsss. Most of the chapters I do are not always this long, but for now relish this long chapter. Pff. 
Enjoy!
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They sold happiness pills though prescriptions.
                          
That's all there was too it when his brother told him so long ago. He never understood it at first, but eventually when he grew up a bit more eventually he did, and he disliked the fact that was the case.
                          
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The monitor of the heart rate pounded to the rhythm of the patients heart.
                          
Ink knew this feeling. The everlasting tears of sorrow. The cleavages of his hand evolved around the single palm of his mother's hand. He knew no more than emptiness as Ink felt her fading away.
                          
There was a silence he couldn't describe. 
                          
When she stopped breathing, inks heart paused. His literal mind stared blankly at a now dead lifeless corpse. Her smile now was faded. This was beyond all Ink could even do. 
                          
No matter how many times he shook her, or yelled for her to enter back into reality, there was nothing else possible to be done. Ink felt helpless.
                          
His brother embraced him, with all of the pain derived onto both of them. They cried, they talked.
Looking away from the hospital bed. 
So blank, and colorless. It was a cruel aspect in Inks opinion. Too die in a place of bland complexions.
But nothing was perfect.
                          
And yet, he was only six when it happened.
                          
Just keep walking. Just keep going.
                          
He kept on 
going no matter what.
                          
And that all Ink really did. 
                          
But sometimes...
At what cost?
                          
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"Is a high fives alrighttt!"
                          
Ink stood at the entrance of Freshs house, carrying around a strange amount of stuff on a medium sized duffle bag. One could almost say that he just came back from a vacation, but the many things sticking out of Inks duffle bag  determined more than what Ink let on.
                          
Fresh smiled grimly, and from utter confusion he just went with Inks request has he lifted his dominant hand in mid air as Ink lightly clapped his hand signifying a hand clap.
                          
Right after Ink walked by him from the entrance of the door, Fresh walked back inside the house following Ink.
                          
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"Ay yo, you doing alright you haven't touched 
your food yet?"
                          
He asked in a statement that almost pleaded for
an honest answer. Except he knew he wasn't going to get a straight answer.
                          
"I'm not that hungry right now, and besides I'll just have something when I get home to my 
apartment."
                          
It wasn't exactly a lie, but the rest wasn't exactly a truth either.
                          
Fresh sat silently in the living room near the 
kitchen, as he awkwardly shuffled around on the floor. He continued to look into the project 
he needed to finish for school, but only glanced 
every so often at ink. 
                          
His own condition was far from alright. 
Eyes were a dark shade of purple, and could never
seem to understand why he never wore anything other than his long sweatpants, and jackets. 
He had to try, and talk to him, before anything else happened.