<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Time</strong>: A week before the plague crisis<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: No one<br/><br/><br/>It was a week before Michael made his prophecy known to all. Billy’s mother, Karen, had been out the night before, as she had been doing more frequently since her divorce from his father. Although she got a nice settlement, she made it her mission to remarry before the end of the year. Unfortunately, it also made her a bit desperate, and she didn’t always choose her dates well. She’d sleep with someone and come home trashed like she did in the early days of her modeling career, with nothing to show for it.<br/><br/>The night before, there had been a fashion event that she went to. Billy didn’t wait up—he knew the drill by now. Plus, he had been preparing a speech for a school fundraiser the next day. Waking up early, as he usually did, Billy got dressed and groomed for the day. He took care to always look put together, his hair, his clothes, even his shoes always had a shine to them. His room was the same way. Everything had its place and was organized with precision.<br/><br/>After leaving his room, he brought a trash can into his mother’s room and placed it next to her bed. She was still sound asleep, for now, but he knew what was coming next. He went to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast. Just as predicted, he didn’t have to wait too long to hear his mother hurling into the trash can. She could never make it to the bathroom after a night like that. Billy continued to prepare the food, treating this as the normal occurrence that it was by now.<br/><br/>Making his way over to his mother’s bedroom, Billy walked towards the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand. He left the windows closed, knowing it would disturb her. He took a napkin and gently wiped the vomit off her chin.<strong>“Mother, I brought you breakfast.”</strong>He said as he carefully helped her up into a sitting position.<strong>“You must eat.”</strong><br/><br/>Karin groaned, her makeup all smudged on her face, but managed to sit up.<strong>“Billy?”</strong>She was disoriented and her head hurt. She couldn’t take a hangover like she used to before Billy was born.<strong>“What time is it?”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Its six thirty. I have to leave for school soon.”</strong>Billy sat beside her, careful not to knock the trash can over, and took the tray into his lap.<strong>“Here, this will make you feel better.”</strong>He had prepared toast with honey and some orange juice. Lifting it, he placed it on her lips and waited for her to take a bite.<br/><br/><strong>“You look so handsome, my boy..”</strong>Karen said as she reached up and brushed his soft hair, clearly still in a buzz from the night before.<strong>“Where are you going?”</strong>She asked before taking another bite of the toast her offered.<br/><br/><strong>“I have a presentation today. Come on, take another bite.”</strong>His mother seemed unwilling, but Billy urged her on until she complied. He didn’t ask about her night before. He never did. He simply fed her patiently in silence.<br/><br/>Karen furrowed her brow,<strong>“Billy, I’m sorry…Maybe I made a mistake leaving your father. You shouldn’t have to do all this..”</strong>She was always the life of the party, and with good reason. She was tall, beautiful, and cheerful. But after she drank, she fell into a more depressed state.<strong>“After what happened at the school and everything, I—“</strong>She started to say, but stopped as he brought up the glass of juice up to her lips.<br/><br/><strong>“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. <em>We’ll</em> be fine.”</strong>Billy said and helped her to lay down again. She mumbled something else, but it was incoherent. Billy got up and took the tray back to the kitchen. He grabbed something to eat and cleaned the dishes. Then he brought a single aspirin and a glass of water and left them in the nightstand next to his mother. He never left the whole bottle where she could access it.<strong>"I'm off to school now."</strong>He said softly before leaving the room.<br/><br/>Back in the bathroom, Billy fixed his hair one more time and brushed his teeth again. Then he went to get his school bag and made sure the electronics were unplugged before leaving the house. He hoped he wasn’t late for his presentation after working hard on it all weekend.