...I decided to remake this whole story. There was just something off about how I made it.

Bedtime Story

"Hey, mom, do you remember when you used to tell me bedtime stories when I was, like, eight?" The fifteen-year-old reminded his mother, who laughed at the remembrance of it.

"Yes, of course I do... you loved the story about Blossom and Brick, I remember." She answered him with a smile. He looked up at the thought of the bittersweet tale.

"Hey... can you tell me that story again, mom?" He suddenly asked with a pleading stare, causing his mother to roll her eyes and sigh in defeat.

"Okay, fine, but this will be the last time..." He smiled and nodded, listening intently.

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"There once was a girl named Blossom who lived in a strict house with her genius father and two beloved sisters. She was…different from other girls of her age and it caused a slight isolation against the rest of the world. Her father was a brilliant, and well-known, scientist who made sure his treasured girls were being guarded at all times. The thing this father didn't know about his beautiful daughter was that she has already given her all, heart and soul, to the one boy the father despised the most.

His name was Brick, a boy, you can say, who was like any other average boy. So why was Blossom's father hated this boy and his brothers so? This was because Brick's family was arch-enemies with Blossom's own. They both knew this, but they were attracted to one another anyways... They couldn't help falling in love.

When the house was asleep and day turned to night, Blossom would run out of her house silently to the spot where she was supposed to meet Brick. There, in silent solitude, they would be a real couple filled with bliss and infatuation. They were extremely happy with their predicament, even if they had to be enemies by the time the sun rose. But their joy was cut short when the faithful night of discovery came.

One night, while they were in the alley, they were spotted. Princess Morbucks was her name and she was known for her spoiled attitude and extreme want for Brick. She looked over at the sight in extreme anger, starting to form a plan to destroy them. With that thought, she ran towards the home of Blossom, needing to call for the scientist.

The next morning, Blossom's father rushed into her room and began to scream in anger, despair, betrayal, and many other feeling she couldn't describe. She was terrified about one thing: she has been exposed. The girl pleaded back to let them be together, but he just glared and locked her door and window. That night she cried herself to sleep.

The night Brick was waiting like usual, a little more nervous than usual. Blossom's father came instead, red with anger. He yelled at him and Brick frightfully yelled back. Suddenly, Blossom's father took out what looked like a laser and shot. Brick was unaware and got shot straight in the heart. He smiled bitterly, falling to the ground to only call out for his lover's name.

The next day, Blossom woke up to see her father with a sad smile. He told her he succeeded and gave her the look of a guilty relief. She didn't understand until he said it. Her lover was dead. She cried once again and yelled at her father, but he looked as if he knew she was going to thank him later. All of her body felt numb as she cried and cried, until she was just dead inside. Days later, when her father found this numbness was a problem, took her to the doctors. This was where she got back a little bit of her hope. She was going to have a baby.

She told her father that she was going to keep the child, even though she was so young. It was the only thing left of Brick, so she kept it. It was her only thing keeping her alive, especially since she found out it was going to be a boy. She started to smile again when she thought about a boy who would look just like her first and only love. Soon, she would think, soon she'll have someone to love again, soon.

Soon after, she got what she wished. It was a beautiful little boy that looked exactly like her deceased lover, all the way down to his mischievous smirk. She couldn't help crying of joy and sorrow at the same time. The child must have felt his mother discomfort and started to cry with her. She looked at him and he looked at her, right then they both knew they have a connection and smiled at each other. They were going to stay together for a long time.

After that, Blossom decided to get herself a new home for her and her child. She changed her name so no one would know who she was as well. Her life was going grand from then on with her child by her side, they stayed. She told Brick one thing when she got her life straightened. "Please wait for me and I'll meet you there soon."

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The mother looked over at her boy with a smile. He had this little sad smile on his face, eyes downcast from the story he could never just listen. "Even past the years, the story is still sad."

"It might be sad to you now, but when you get older, you will find its happiness." His mother added, getting an unusual look from her son. "You'll understand one day."

"Okay then..." He answered somewhat slowly, not quite understanding. His mother sighed and got up from her son's bed.

"Well, good night, my boy... don't forget to--" She was cut off by her son going into his drawers to take out two containers.

"Take my pills, I know." He said with a roll of his eyes, putting some pills into his mouth. She smiled and gave him a fly kiss and a wink.

"...Okay then, I love you." She stated with a wave of her hand and a walk to the door. He, once again, rolled his eyes at his mother's weird movement.

"Love ya too." He stated before he got into the covers. "'Night!" She smiled before closing the door completely and leaving him to his slumber.

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The next morning, he woke up to a doorbell ringing. "Eh...?" The fifteen-year-old got up lazily and began his slow walk to the door. As he opened it, a man with a badge looked at him with intimidating force.

"May we come in?" The police asked him, so he nodded and moved to allow them in. "Thank you." The teenager began to brush through his hair before he sat across the three men.

"Um... what can I do for you?" He asked politely. "Oh, I apologize, but my mother isn't here at the moment. She should be going to work by now."

"Are you Bruiser Parker?" He asked the teenager sternly, causing him to shrink. "Son of a Ms. Beatrice Parker?" This caused Bruiser to nod cautiously.

"Yeah... why you ask?" He asked them with a tired feel. He needed to take his pills again. The policeman, and his associates, all dropped their heads. "Is there something wrong with my mother?" A silent, yet tense, pause.

"...I'm very sorry." He answered sympathetically. "... Your mother got ran over by a car last night and... Well, she didn't make it." Bruiser's heart began to race at an uncomfortable speed, causing him to breathe heavily.

"Um, excuse me for a second." He ran quickly to his room, looking for his pills again. When they were found, he stuck them into his mouth before joining the police once again. "Are you sure that it was her? I mean, she was home last night..." The picture of a pale woman, eyes closed, and bright red hair was shown to him.

"That her?" The police asked. Bruiser began to cry, his mouth gaped open at the shock. "I'll take that as a yes. Well, your mother has placed you under the guardianship of a woman named Bubbles Utonium in the City of Townsville."

Bubbles? Bruiser has never heard that name before. "I need to move out of Megaville?" The police nodded. "But... who exactly is this woman named Bubbles? I have never heard of her."

"We're just doing our job. You must get dressed and get all of your beloved possession before we take you to the airport to go to Townsville. We will wait here." The police man explained to him. Bruiser nodded before going into his room and getting dressed. His mother... was dead.

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My new first chapter! Hopefully this story won't be as bad…