Locket

~Chapter 1~

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I opened it to see what it looked like inside or if it had any photos in it. Just as I opened it—

I blacked out.
——————————————————————-Darkness. That's what I saw. I felt like I was free falling. Trying to grab onto something that wasn't there.

     I woke up. I was sitting next to my mother's bed. The locket was in my hand. It was closed.

Didn't I open it? What was that darkness? Did my mother really die?

     I checked on my mother. She was colder than ice. She had really died. I cried again. She gave me the locket. She wanted me to have the locket. If she wanted me to have the locket, then why did I black out? How long did I black out?

     I left the room to search for my father. He was still talking to the doctor.

How long was I blacked out? What did I miss?

     I went to my father. He didn't seem to notice anything. I asked him how long I was gone.
     He said, "Gone? You weren't gone."

No time passed as I was blacked out? What did that locket do?

I went to my room and shut the door. I took my diary again. I wrote:
March 19, 2007                                           7:28pm
My mother has died. She had a seizure and died. She gave me a locket. When I opened to locket, I blacked out. No time passed when I was blacked out. My mother has left me. I haven't added photos to or looked at my photo album since I was eleven. My sister has died of pneumonia and my mother died too. My father and I are the only ones left. I need to find out more about the locket. It may lead me to more information.
                                                       ~Olivia Salrene
I closed my diary and placed it on top of the nightstand. I went to my father in my mother's room. He was crying. I had never seen him cry until now. I hugged him. I cried too. My mother's funeral would be in a few days. People came and took my mother's body.

     My father and I sat at the table. Our food had cooled down. Neither of us felt like eating. I stood up and said that I will be going to sleep. I went to my room and grabbed my phone of the desk. (402)-739-2150 I called my friend, Jaily. She didn't answer. I clicked the buttons—4 0 2 7 3 9 2 1 5 0. This time she answered.
"Hello," she answered.

"Hey I'm Olivia," I replied

"Hi! What's up?" Jaily asked.

I answered, "My mother...my mother she um...she had a seizure and she... she died.

I screamed.

Jaily paused.

"Olivia, I'm so sorry. If I can help you with anything I will. Your mother she was so kind and loving. She never embarrassed me or annoyed me," Jaily said.

"Jaily, can you come over tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure!" Jaily replied.