Release The Fire Balls! Cause I Like Balls...

     He stayed quiet for only a few moments, then he spoke quietly, "Well, I couldn't have done it without you coming into my life. I tried committing suicide a few days after what happened with my uncle, but you're voice stopped me. I had heard of you before, and I was a fan for a while, but my dad kicked you out of my life. He said I shouldn't be listening to music like yours. It really upset me. Then I started to listen again a year after that, when I heard your song on the radio. You saved me…" He smiled up at me, making my heart flutter. However it didn't relieve the tension in my stomach. It was that same feeling i had before. I had affected his life in a major way, and I had never even seen his face before.
It was an awesome, slightly terrifying feeling. Knowing that I had helped him through the hardest things in his life. I had mixed emotions about it all to say the least.
     "Thank you for saving me. Umm… I have something else to tell you… I don't think it's as bad as what I did tell you, but I've never told anyone…Of course I've never told anyone what I just told you… I'm just so nervous now…" I rubbed his back reassuringly, trying to make him feel at least a little more comfortable talking to me. I doubted it would do much though. I could do was try. I kissed his cheek gently, and wiped the tears off his cheeks before he continued, "Oh uh… I forgot to tell you about my mom didn't I? Like how she passed and all. She uh… She was tired of life. She was always in pain. You see, my granddad took advantage of her like my uncle did me, but he did much more damage emotionally. She didn't want to have a child, even after she was married with my dad. She was scared that granddad would kill the baby. He wasn't just a rapist. He was almost like a murderer. That's another reason we moved to Indiana, to get away from granddad." I was getting off subject, and sighed.
     "Anyways, once she had me, she swore to never have another. Well, that made dad upset. He wanted another baby. He didn't want a boy anyways. He always told me he never did care, but I knew he always did." My stomach started churning even more, and I was really scared that I was about to puke all over the poor kid as he shared the darkest part of himself. It took him a little while to continue, I could feel him begin to tremble in my arms, and I rubbed his back again. "So dad got rid of mom's birth control. He switched it with those sugar pills. I was actually there watching him switch the pills. He said if I told her, he would hit me, so I decided not to. Bad idea. Mom got pregnant again. I was just turning 6, and, well, she ran to her room, and for a while we heard her talking on the phone. Dad told me to get out of the house, so I did. After about an hour he brought me back in and told me that she had died. He didn't tell me how until I was 12. She actually committed suicide. She didn't want any more babies. She didn't to live in general. So she killed herself."
     I swallowed hard. I felt bad for feeling so sick. But i felt so terrible. How could he handle all of this..? "I know it sounds something awful that it doesn't bother me, but really it doesn't anymore. I've become numb to it. I mean, I loved my mom and all, but she was a wack job because of my granddad. Turns out if I were still there, I'd be one of their slaves. That's what Grandma says. She moved with us. I forgot to mention that."
He seemed more distressed than ever now. He leaned closer to me, and started breathing heavier. I was still fighting the urge to toss my cookies, "That's so much for one person to hold..." I ran my fingers through his hair. He was officially the most brave person I had ever met. He deserved a medal of honor. "Can I have some pain meds?" I nodded, then went to find some.
     I went into my room, breathing heavy, walking slowly, and shaking all over. I looked through my bag shakily, then ran to the bathroom and threw up. I felt terrible. I didn't mean to. I knew he'd probably be embarrassed now. Tears filled my eyes as I quickly rinsed my mouth out and cleaned my face up. I then found the pain meds for him and gave them to him with a glass of water. "S-sorry... It's just something that happens when I get really upset."
     What I said was true.  Although I couldn't remember the last time I was upset enough to throw up. I wasn't sickened by his story or anything. I was just upset by it. I sat down beside him, my stomach and hands finally starting to settle down. "Ya know what." I smiled and looked at him, "We should go out and do something. I don't know what. We could go to the park that's near here. Its really nice. That is if you're feeling up to it. If you aren't that's fine. We can watch a movie or something."