Chapter 15

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Opal's POV
I was with my mother. We were happy, happiest than we had ever been in the past years. I must've told some kind of joke, she was laughing and I was smiling.
A bright flash of light. Now I'm a kid, she's picking me up from school. I run to her arms smiling. I say goodbye to my friends and she grabs my hand as we walk to the car. As she drives I tell her all about my day, all I did with my friends. She tells me about her day as well.
The scene melts into another one, this time I'm sitting down having lunch with her. She cooked the food, my favorite.
Our lunch is replaced with a deck of cards. We were playing a game, as we usually did while we waited for my father to come back from work. I say something funny. But I cannot hear the words leaving my mouth, the only sound I heard was her laughter.
I miss the time when we were still happy. The time when I hadn't shut myself off from everyone else.
Soon, I couldn't hear her anymore. Her laughter slowly faded into crying. The same I heard when she was sick. The same I heard when she could not take the pain anymore.
Then, I could not see her anymore. She was replaced by three old ladies, much older than her. One of them was spinning a thread, another one measured it, and another one had scissors in her hand. The latter looked me directly in the eyes as she cut the thread. The three of them laughed, not like my mother's pure, joyous laugh, it was a wicked one. Evil.
They were the Fates and they were out for me.

I woke up suddenly. Panting and covered in sweat. Either that dream was something from my imagination. Or it was a message, a warning.

When I woke up, the next morning, I got a call saying that she was dead.
And right then and there I think that I can hear my heart, or what was left of it, breaking into one thousand pieces.

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