Lance William Wood

I know that we are upside down
So hold your tongue and hear me out


Name: Lance William Wood
Nick Name: Woody
Birthday: December 10
Age: 16
Grade: Sophomore
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Andrea Denver

“Lance dear, don’t forget to take your medication.”


Lance’s grandmother had called from her own bedroom down the hall to his, but Lance didn’t want to keep taking the medication. Sure, they helped with his nightmares, but he felt cold, numb, and had no passion for anything. He stared at the orange vial the medication he was prescribed by his therapist when no other options had worked for his nightmares and debated on dumping them all out.


“Thanks Grandma, I’m taking it now.” He called out to let her know as he held the little white pill in his hand.


He hadn’t had the nightmare since starting the medication, bits and pieces tried to enter his mind while he slept, but it usually dissipated into nothing but darkness, and he didn’t dream of anything. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the nightmare; a bathtub, overflowing with a water that seemed to be colored red, as if someone dropped red food coloring into it. He’d look inside the bathtub and see a woman, floating in the water, not moving at all and when he saw the woman’s dead face, he’d wake up screaming.


Lance put the little white pill back in it’s vial and poked his head out his door. “Grandma? Can we talk?”


Five minutes later, he and his grandmother were sitting at the little white table in the kitchen of her small home. The table was covered with pictures, some of them just Lance, some of them together, and some of them had captured his mom, smiling face and all.


“What happened to her.” Lance asked, holding up a faded Polaroid of his mom hugging him. They were both laughing and smiling, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t here now.
Had she run off and left him behind? He didn't receive any letters or presents from her, so she must not care about him

His grandmother smiled. “Look at how handsome you are here.” She tried to avoid the question, picking up another picture of Lance at age eight wearing a tux for his cousins wedding.
He remembered that day, he was so proud to have been picked for ring bearer. He had practiced for days and on the faithful day, he tripped. Thank goodness the rings weren't really on the pillow, but he felt ashamed he had screwed up. At the end of the day though, everyone complimented on how handsome he looked instead of how he failed.

Lance beamed, knowing he was a pretty handsome dude. It wasn’t hard for him to get girls to talk to him at all, or even make out a little. He at first didn’t realize what his grandmother had done, as she picked up another photo of his mom.


“Why won’t you tell me?” he was practically begging now.


She sighed, sounding defeated “Your mother appears happy in all these pictures, but there was a darkness inside her she couldn’t defeat.” She went on to explain that his father had left him before he was born, she didn’t even know who his father was.
 “Your mother couldn’t handle the abandonment.” her hands were trembling now as she reached for the tissues to dab at the tears forming in her eyes.


Lance reached out and grabbed them for her, squeezing her arm to know he was there for her. He had learned to wait, his grandmother always provided if he waited.


“The nightmares you had, it really happened,” The news stunned Lance a bit, thinking his nightmares was just the result of his mother leaving. “You found her in the tub when you were five.” The tears were flowing now, down his grandmother’s cheek and splattering onto the pictures.





You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds