Hard to believe someone could do it, but the jarring scene being broadcast on Channel 5 news awoke many into the Jarring reality of what goes on in some people’s lives. Not far from the Wampatuck Rd. turn off of Chickatawbut Rd, Police, Ambulance, and a large towing crane was parked at a corner, redirecting traffic around the scene of an accident involving a Blue Chevrolet Trailblazer. Onlookers could see the car being pulled from out of a long rugged trail not meant for vehicles, suspecting that the car might have been trying to do some mini off-roading near the border of Quincy and Braintree at the Blue Hills. Those who stayed, saw the truth of the situation. The car was a wreck, with dents and broken parts all along the section of trail leading right to where it curves just before hitting the Quincy Cemetery. It was a disaster, and the body underneath the white sheet didn’t help to lighten the situation any.

“…News reports state that the driver, a young Grant McCalley, is alleged to have driven his car through the guardrail you can see here, causing his car to tumble over and do multiple rollovers before coming to a stop down the line against a tree…” The reports all said the same thing in different words, with people looking on in awe. One particular young woman was incredible distraught, a tall greyhound holding the cougar woman tightly in an effort to comfort her. A swift fox came over in police uniform, keeping his gaze on the women but knowing how hard his job was about to become.

“Mrs. McCalley, is there any reason why your son might have done this?” The police had gathered the basic information already. The driver was a young Cougar male, midway through college. He had been driving late at night and, after coming around the first corner on the road at high speeds, slammed on the gas and launched himself and his vehicle at the guard rail. The car flipped perhaps a total of six or seven times as it made it’s way down the hill, coming to a stop against one of the old power lines that stood in the center of the trail further down. Some officerrs theorized the student to have had alcohol in his system, or to be a daredevil driver that met his match, but a few realized the grim reality of this scene: It spelled Suicide.

The Cougar women tried to speak but was far too distraught, crying and collapsing to her knees on the cold asphalt of this remarkably clear winter day. The greyhound leaned down with the Cougar woman, rubbing her back in an attempt to console her. “He never seemed like someone to do this,” he said, looking up to the fox officer, “He was always pretty chipper and happy. Sure he was your typical Massachusetts driver too, but he never caused an accident of his own and was actually quite safe.”

“He warned me! I should have listened!” The crying cougar screamed, throwing her fists against her side before bringing her open palms back up to her face in an attempt to shield her sorrow from the world. “I should have listened! He always made wisecracks!”

“Mrs. McCalley, please. Take a few deep breaths and try to explain.” The fox’s day was not getting any better, and dealing with a grieving mother was never good. Especially not the grieving mother of a cougar. Any of the large feline women were so protective of their cubs.

“He… he..” Mrs. McCalley took a few deep breaths and swallowed back her tears, “He would always make cracks at me when I used to ignore him. I never did it purpeposely, I just… I didn’t want to deal with him or anyone, and he always asked me things when I wasn’t in the mood. So I’d… I’d ignore him… and, and, and!” She couldn’t continue. She had broken back into her sobbings. The officer sighed and nodded. Just as thought. A suicide attempt masked a cry for attention from the young cougar’s mother. Typical. Parents who thought their children upon graduating high school could survive without them, and instead forgot that they still were their cubs and kits, and needed attention from their mothers.

“A further statement will be required, but this is enough for now. Please, take your time in grieving and try to make yourself coherent in the future.” He knew he was being an ass. The officer could see it reflected in the judging eyes of the Greyhound, presumably a friend or lover of the cougar woman. Still, he was just not in the mood for any of this this morning. A young male commits suicide because his mother ignores him. Who’s at fault here but all parties.