After the Storm

Chapter 25: Thats the way I died!

**Mirror Rose**

(Before the fire)

Jackson escorted my mom out the dining room, leaving me to sit alone in a room only lighted by the sun setting outside. My head was trying to process all that went down in the last 12 hours.

-My mother lied to me on several different occasions.

-I wasn't my mother's first child.

-I have a crazy ass step sister who kidnapped my father for God knows what.

- And now my life is over.

I have about an hour left until Mirror Rose is officially DEAD! Jackson claims that if we 'kill' me off, than all my friends and...Luke will be out of harms way. However; if Amanda finds out than we dont know what she might do to my dad.

So right now my time is limited.

The dining room was trashed.

Papers, folders, glass nick-nacks, were thrown or broken on the floor.

I lost my temper and basically destroyed my mothers dining room. Well lets be glad it wasn't on her. I wouldnt hit my mother but at that moment there was no guarante. She hurt so many people and its has caused me to hurt so many people that I actually liked or in one case loved. She seen what happened with Jezabell and she still didn't say anything.

I cant describe to this world how much it kills me to know what will happen when the news of my 'death' is reported. How many people would be devastated that someone they once saw or meet or even had the chance to build a relationship with was now dead?

Jackson had left the room to make some calls to handle and explain my 'death'. How many people does be need to imform that IM DEAD!?

Yet, I don't know or understand what will happen when all this over, if I live, how will anyone be able to explain a dead girl coming back to life without people getting suspicious?

Your guess is as good as mine....

"Hey Mirror, " Jackson masculine voice brought me back to the trashed room.

I glanced up and met his eyes. He was now standing by the table were he sat only hours before.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that." I said back.

That has to be the dumbest question that anyone can ask in a situation like this.

"No," he pulled and his previous chair and took a seat. "Look I understand why your upset but you have to realize what it must have been like for your mother when it all went down for her. She had a rough time and when we found out about her involvement."

"Im not mad because of what she went through, " I cut him off before he could say another sentence. "Im upset and hurt that she LIED! I lost my mother as the age of 12 because she ran away from her problem or she was too coward to tell her husband. Let me ask you something?" I folded my hands, slightly leaning over the table.

"Okay."

"How would you explain to a 12 year old girl ,whose best friend was her own mother, why her mother wasn't there for breakfast? How come when she came downstairs expecting her pancakes and chocolate milk in her favorite purple glass, why it was there? Why did that little girl have to grow up learning things that a mother is supposed to teach her? But most importantly, tell me why she never once called, written, or even e-mailed us guess letting us know she was alive and to tell her daughter how much she missed and loved her? "