Love Fades

My lungs clustered and turned, my stomach didn't feel right, my nose was stuffed and I couldnt breathe.

I flew my eyes open to the sight of smoke rising all around me. I went to my tiny bedside window to see the fire descending all around my small house.

Thoughts jumbled in my head, but at the moment, I only had one thought: Mom.

Mom. My one and only reason to live.

I ran out my door, not caring if there was fire out there or not. I raced to my mothers room, shaking her violently.

"Mom! Mom!" I kept shaking her wildly "The dishes are dirty mom!"

Now, you may be thinking im a total retard for saying that, but no, not at all. My mom has always had this thing as to where she couldnt stand anything dirty. Dirty laundry, dirty dishes, muddy shoes, etc.

I thought telling her that the dishes were dirty would get her up. But, no.

She was still as a statue.

I checked to see if she was breathing. Negative response. I check to see if her heart was beating, negative response.

I ran out the door and grabbed the phone, dialing 911.

And something took over my vision, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I saw police officers all around me.

"Ms Miller?" asked an office.

"Yes. Kylie Miller." I said

"We're sorry to say your mother is not alive anymore."

I started to have a panic attack. I truly loved mom. She can't just leave me like this, can she?!

The officers must've had enough because the next thing I know is that I'm being executed to an ambulance, although I'm not really heart, but I'm not sober either.

Sitting in the hospital for two days was enough for me to realize that mom had moved on. I had to still go on with life, I just had to.

Court, laws, and some of my mothers signed papers all agreed on sending me to my aunt Claire, and her daughter, my cousin, Joanna.

Joanna was my favorite cousin of all time. Although she was my age, 16, she always helped me through tough times.

I wasn't exactly happy to go to my aunts house, but I wasn't very pissed off either. I packed my things half heartily, filling up three suitcases without a problem. After all, I'm going to be living there, it's not going to be a vacation.

I packed all my useless, but need-to-have things, like my books into a seperate suitcase. Before I knew it, my whole room was wrapped up in five suitcases.

I looked around the room. My world was over.

Dad left mom when he first found out that she was pregnant, although he said he really loved her. Same with Aunt Claire, her husband left her at time of birth, dropping her like a toy.

Although me and Joanna have the same kind of lives, she's the social kind, and me, well, I'm not.

I mumbled goodbye to my house in New York, and I was on my way to my new house in Virginia.

Life was hard, really.

But that was two weeks ago.

Now things are different. Things are harder.