The Dead war.

Chapter Fourteen: Mom

I was sitting on my mom's bed angry that she left and didn't tell me or my dad Oliver. I sat there with tears in my eyes when I heard a commotion outside. I walked out to see Samual panicking and everyone trying to calm him down.

"Samuel stop! Just calm down and explain everything." My grandmother said calmly. And then it happened. The words I had been dreading happened.

"Serena was kidnapped, they let me go but refused to let her go, I told her I would come find help but I lost contact half way through they did something to distort the connection. I haven't been able to contact her since and every time I try I just hear her scream. Mom, they took her." He said tears welling up in his eyes. My breathing became shallow and I slowly backed out of the room. I started sobbing and I ran into our house and my father stood at the counter making dinner. The door slammed open and he spun and saw my eyes and ran over to me. He pulled me into his chest and asked me what was wrong.

"Dad they have mom, they kidnapped her Samuel said they are someone called ground zero, Samuel said they let him go but kept her, they beat her and cut her,Dsd Samuel lost contact, he can't contact her anymore ." I said sobbing. My fathers eyes became glossy, he was trying not to cry. We sat at the table and just looked at the table. We didn't even look at each other, just the table. The next few days were hard. My father was preparing for an expedition to go see where my mom was. What had happened to her.

I sat in bed that night looking at a picture of my mom. It felt like the day she passed away all over again, suddenly I pictured myself standing in that room, that hospital room while she continued to deteriorate. The doctors gave her only a few days or weeks to live and then one day I walked in to see the covers pulled over her head. The machines and everything were turned off, everything was silent, the room was Dark and cold, the window was shut and the blinds were closed and the curtain was pulled closed. Her bed was on the north wall and she laid there still. Her body didn't mind the machines no longer beeped. I remember that feeling of despair my heart sank and before I knew it tears streamed down my face faster then I could stop them. My mom was gone and no one bothered to tell me. My husband came walking in with our oldest laughing. He stopped in his tracks and I heard the Flowers fall. I sat in the chair beside my mom's bed and my entire body shook. I sobbed while holding my mom's hands. My oldest daughter was 10 and my youngest was a year and a half. I was pregnant with my third baby. My husband walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder. I turned and put my cheek against the top of his hand.

"She's in a better place, she is back with your father, probably saving people and bringing them into heaven, your mom was an amazing woman Babe, and she is happy now." My husband said comfortingly. I knew he was right and I knew she was happy and healthy and away from this world but that didn't make this any easier, for months I had doubts if I spent enough time with people if I spend enough time with my mom if I didn't enough with my kids if my mom knows I love her and suddenly life feels like it's moving to quickly.

Life moves in a second, life continues to move even if you aren't moving with it. My mom's death hit me so hard. She was my best friend and someone I knew I could count on, someone who I loved more than anything. Life felt like it continued on while I stood still. It sounds silly but when something like that happens and everyone else is happy you wonder why no one else is sad or why everyone else is happy while you are mourning wondering why no one else seems to care that my mom passed away.

My mind snapped back to reality when my uncle Alex walked into the room.

"You alright Merlia?" He asked, hugging me tightly.

"This is way too similar. Alex, how do I handle it again? My mom disappearing, having to learn to live without her again. I finally got my mom back and now she is gone again." I said my voice strained and tightly I held back sobs.