I approached Joshua with caution.
We were in a twenty floor high rise overlooking the FDR Drive. Joshua was having an intense episode and dangerously near an open window.
“Where’s Joshua?” I discreetly pulled the syringe from its case. “Can you get Joshua for me?”
“He’s resting,” Joshua calmly answered.
Joshua faced me. “No.”
My son’s illness had returned with a vengeance. The prescribed medicines were useless. Ineffective.
“Why not?” I asked.
“It hurts him to say goodbye.”
My stomach turned. “Goodbye?”
“He perceives what’s at stake.” Joshua sat on the window sill.
“Slow down, honey.”
“He understands sacrifice.” Joshua pointed to the moon, revealing cuts on his forearms. “I must take his body.”
Not this again, I thought.
“What happens if you take it?”
“Joshua goes wherever things go when they cease to exist.”
“I’m unsure if nothingness is akin to dying.”
Now’s my chance.
I snatched Joshua from the window and pinned him to the ground.
“The earth is in peril.” Joshua didn’t struggle. “I’m the planets only hope.”
Nothing behind his eyes. The boy talking was not my Joshua.
I injected the needle into his arm.
Warmth immediately returned to Joshua’s eyes.
“Mom?” Josh whimpered.
I squeezed him tight.
“No!” He ripped away from me and rushed the window.
“Joshua!” I chased Joshua to the window.
The view of the sky weakened my knees. Impossible.
The moon. Crumbling to pieces.
“Why didn’t you let me go?” Josh asked with tears in his eyes.