My Angel Of The Night (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 7: Door Number 124 "A Dream within a Dream"

Once I fell asleep, I found myself walking down a hallway with hundreds of doors, locked doors none the less. As I begin trying to open them, one by one they just didn't budge. But I kept trying even after passing a hundred doors with no luck. With each mistake after trying the 100th door an added obstacle; the hallway just kept getting bigger, longer and wider with more doors and a longer distance between each one. I felt as if I would never get out of this hallway and would never return to Brandon.

Even though there are so many doors and I was seriously exhausted, I pushed myself to keep fighting past the exhaustion. Still I hit locked door after locked door until I got to door 124. This door stood out to me from all the rest; it was a very dark brown color, with a golden door knob and the door had precise details of some sort of battle carved into the door with the initials "J.S." down to the bottom left, as I began to move my hand across the carving on the door, the door knob light up into a heavy golden light and then the door began to open.

Blinded by the light as it opened I didn't notice that the carved initials began to fade away. It was not subtle in their fading. It was obvious they were made to keep the door locked untill I came along or someone with those initials 'J.S.' but I think it was me. As I walked through the doorway I could feel a very cool breeze hitting my back as I looked around I could not see anything, it was pitch black. Then I heard a man's voice speaking "Jerome", I could not figure out where it was coming from but it sounded close. "Jerome, welcome home" this time it was a woman's voice and it came from behind me as the door began to shut behind me.

"Who's there? How do you know me? and what do you mean welcome home?" I replied in a loud manner with curiosity pitching through my voice.

"Jerome, I've missed you" the man's voice echoed into the room.

"I have missed you aswell, welcome home, I.." The woman spoke again, but this time stopping in mid sentence.

"Who are you?" I yelled into the darkness. And right after that the room began to brighten up and I found myself standing in a grave yard at about mid day with leaves brown as if fall was upon me. But as I began to look ignoring graves I saw a grave that had a familiar flower on it, one that my father always carried around, it was my mothers favorite; "Lillies" I said to myself in a wisper and looked in front of me.

The grave stated:

" A Loving Mother, A loving Soldier

A loving Wife, A loving Sister

A Loving Daughter, and A Hero"

This grave had no name. But I knew the grave site very well. This grave was my mothers. I knew my mother for the first year being born before she was drafted over seas. My father has told me so much about her and I still remember the wrods he said till this day. "Your mother was the man and woman of the house you know? I was always on businesses trips being gone for days at a time and come back for one day to spend with you both. I was planning on flying you over to paris when you were old enough but things didn't work out that way. She did everything for you, and sacrificed her life to protect us. She loved you and put you first every single day, even if she had to go to her military training to help the soldiers practice. She was a fighter, had a natural birth with no medication. She was a tough woman, I remember her getting ready to go to the training only 1 month and a few days after you were born and she took you with her and was training the soldiers while you were in the stroller. They thought she was going soft, but they made that mistake only once when she picked you up into her arms and said 'only a month ago I had a beautiful baby boy, and a month later: today I am here standing before you to show you that no matter what, I am ready to serve my country. I am a mother first but every second I will always be ready to be a soldier, and put my life on the line to protect those that are dear to me and keep my country free' and their own thoughts were drowned by the clapping she recieved. That is why, you are your mothers child. you are a fighter and always have been. i remember your childhood years when you always felt like defying me and standing up for what you believed in; I see your mother everyday in you and more every time you grow more independent."

My father never really was around until he had to when my mother was drafted over seas when I was only at a year and half. 36 months passed and we heard nothing until the dreadful day my father came into my room and told me that my mother has to be gone for a long time now and she won't be coming back. I was only about 4 at the time of her death, and my father was not going to explain to me that my mother is now dead, the mother that I only had for a little while. But later on he explained to me that she was a hero and she gave her life to rescue 42 comrades that were captured and were being tortured. She saved all of them but she could not save herself. She went in after she was told to retreat, she was told that there was no chance of her getting out or anyone else getting rescued. But she defied her own supriors orders and did what she knew was best.

"I love you, I always have, I am sorry I won't be in your life for your toddler years and little kid spazes and tantrums. Always remeber that I fight for US, and for your freedom to live another day and love another minute. 'To try, To never quit, To never regret, To help when there is need, and To always do what's right' Never forget, but forgive and never regret" Those are my mothers words in the last letter I heard from her only 2 months into her being gone. She was never the most amazing writter, but she had a voice of the heavens and her obligations always meant she would do her duty till the end. I loved her for her dedication and passion. I was and always will be honored to be my mothers child.

Memories of my mother start flooding into my head as if a movie was playing in my mind. I couldn't keep myself from tearing up. Why isn't her name written on the stone? I asked myself as the memories of my mother began to fade and then memories began to show themselves then fade again. My tears started to flood my eyes and as if I opened the waterfall from my brain I beagn to cry. As the tears begin to drop onto the grass, my fists begin to clench and my body begins to tighten up as I drop to my knees and begin to cry even more. I never cried so much in my life even when my father told me about her death.

Then the most amazing thing happened. I looked around as I begin to feel the wind against my back and hear the howling of the wind hitting through all the tomb stones of the soldiers that did not make it back like my mother. But then I begin to hear "she's my hero", "she's our hero" those voices just moving with the wind and again "she is one of a kind." Then I feel a hand on my head from behind, then the hand began to move down to my shoulder and I turn to look back at the Stone and my mothers name appears in golden letters 'Marlene James Paterson" then I look behind me and I see my mothers face and her hand moves from my shoulder to wipe my tears from my face.

As I smile I began to wish to never wake up, to only be with her, but I want to go back to see Brandon. "My son, we will be together again one day, but for now go love him, never leave him or hurt him, his love is pure, as pure as my love for you" my mother said before disappearing into the wind and just then I knew she was in a better place. So I smiled and without intention my body feel to the ground and I felt hands against me so I turned and saw soldiers appear around me. They layed me down onto the grass and all I could hear is the sound of their chants toward my mom calling her a hero and thanking her for her service. One tear left my right eye as I closed my eyes.

"DAMN IT JEROME WAKE UP!!!!!!!" I hear brandon scream at me.