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I found myself in a meadow, rolling hills surrounding me as well as mountains. The strong scent of... roses? Yes, roses, filled my nostrils. It was quiet, a small breeze went through my hair and I felt wheat sprigs coat the bottom of my bare feet like how a blanket raps up a new born baby. I took a deep breath, and something told me to walk in the direction of mountains.
The mountains were tall, clouds surrounded the tops of them, covering the pointy tips. It was tranquil, peaceful, and somehow warm. I found myself smiling, until I heard rumbling, the kind of rumbling that you here if you were to dump a five gallon bucket of rocks on top of more rocks. My eyes widened, and I looked over to see the mountains falling, falling in my direction.
I seemed to be... stuck. Voices called out, all crossing together at the same time, making it practically inaudible to make out what it was saying.
"It appears she's died in a car crash." A voice echoed.
"Is the baby okay?" My dad's voice pleaded, echoing once again.
"They're both gone, I'm sorry, Harry." The first voice replied.
"No, no." Dad cried, "S-Samuel, Rose:."
The mountains crashed down, and before my eyes flashed a family picture in a frame. My mom, holding my late brother Samuel, while dad stood next to her. In front of them was Joe and I, but, then the glass covering cracked, and the mountain crushed me.
I woke up, immediately covering my mouth the muffle my scream. My eyes darted over to my alarm clock, the bright red letters glowing, revealing the time that was 4:30 am. I sighed, closing my eyes and letting a tear escape.
It's been over a year, I thought I was over it now. But, I suppose the loss of a mother is something that stays. Over a year ago, on June 19th, I lost my dear mother, and my little brother, Samuel. Samuel was only five, and dad says that mom was also expecting another baby, but was only three weeks along.
"Lydia, are you alright?" Joe poked his head in my door, and my face scrunched up in confusion.
"Do you want something, Joe?" I questioned.
"Yes, I want to know you're okay." He chuckled, coming into my room and sitting on the edge of my bed. "Bad dream?" I nodded, not taking my eyes off of him.
"Why are you being nice?" I questioned.
"Listen, I'm sorry I've been acting like a fucking ass wipe lately." He sighed, and a small smile came onto my face. "Dad has been on my ass all fucking summer."
"You're his only son, what can you expect?" I said.
"Yeah, well, it ain't fair. He wasn't that way towards Sammy." He reasoned.
"That's because he only lived to be five, Joe." I replied, taking a cigarette from my nightstand drawer. "Want one?"
"I'll just take yours." He said, taking it from my mouth and putting it between his lips, then taking my lighter and lighting it. "You shouldn't be smoking at your age, Lydia."
