Love Will Always Find A Way ♡ • ♡ Peter Parker (discontinued)

Accidents Happen • 5

A few weeks later, it's the weekend and I wake up at around nine and I scroll on social media for a good ten minutes, then make my way to the kitchen. On the table there is a piece of loose leaf paper with my mom's handwriting on it.

The letter read:

"Good Morning Sunshine, I got called into the office this weekend but there are some Costco chocolate muffins in the pantery. Can you please transfer over the laundry that is in the washer over to the dryer? I'll be home by 1:30 this afternoon. ♡ Mom "

I transferred over the laundry then called her. She picked up after three rings.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Hey mom, it's me. I just tranfered the laundry."

"Okay, thanks honey. What're you doing?"

"I'm about to watch The Maze Runner again so.."

"Well, after 1:30 I'm off for the rest of the weekend. Woot woot!" I could hear from her voice that she was raising the roof as she sat in her office chair. "I have a meeting in a few minutes, soo I gotta go. Bye, Falisha."

"Mom, who taught you that?" I ask, mentally face pallming.

"Amber did, she said that's what you kids are saying these days."

"Well, she's lying." I laugh squeezing my eyes shut. "Don't you have a meeting to get to?"

"Right, I love you!" Then she hung up.

I walked over to the pantry. Instanty my eyes landed on the tasty chocolate Costco muffins. I took out one and not-so-gracefully stuffed it into my face. The Costco muffin came ad went inthte span of five minutes.

After I showered, folded the dry clothes, and washed the dishes I layed on my bed and read one of my books It Ends With Us to occupy my time before my mom got home. I turned on the local news to have as background noise insted of hearing the ticking clock.

"-Semi truck crashes with Toyota Camry on Interstate 80 at persicely 2:08. One cassualty and many injured."

I look up and see a highway camera view of the unfortunate accident. 'Hmm, my mom has the same car.' I think. 'Mom should be getting home soon.'

As four o'clock passes, I have called my mom several times and left multiple texts, I become worried. I dial Nat, she instantly picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey Nat. It's Alexis. I can't reach my mom and I'm getting worried." I speak into the phone panickedly.

"So your mom is just not picking up. Where is she supposed to be?"

"Um she's supposed to be home from work an hour or so ago. I saw a news report on a car accident that had the same car as ours and there was one death. Please help, I don't know what to do." As I start to cry my breathing becomes ragged, thinking about the worst possible outcomes.

"Lex, I think you're having a panic attack. Have you checked any hospitals?"

"No, I'll do it now." I super speed over to a hospital near the wreckage, accidentally hanging up on Nat. "Excuse me, do you know if there is a Roseanne King here?" I ask an emergancy room secretary.

"Sorry no but I hear there is a Roseanne King down west then take a left."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"Hello, is there a Roseanne King here?"

"Yes, but I'm sorry she's gone."

"Like moved to a different floor or room?" I ask with the last drops of hope I have.

The secretary looked at me with pity before bringing me to a room with a black bag on a gurney. "Here she is."

I hurry over to the gurney and see my mom with deep cuts across her face and her glossy, lifeless eyes staring up at the celing. I let out a choked sob and drop to my knees. The secretary leaves to give me privacy.

I'm not sure how long I am on the floor of that hospital room but when a ringtone spouts out of my phone, I answer without looking at the caller ID.

"How is she?" Nat's voice asks.

"Dead." I whisper, Nat becomes silent. "She was the one cassualty that the news report said."

"Do you need me to fly over?" Nat asks carefully.

"Yes please."

"Okay, I'm at the front door of your house so..." I speed over to my house.

"I'll have to get used to that." She whipsers to herself.

"My mom just died, what do I do?"

"Maybe creamate her or burry her."

"Once she said she wanted to be burried."

"Okay, then let's burry her."

"My grandparrents are burried in Oklahoma but I-I dont think she should be over there. Let's burry her at th-the cementary ten bocks from here." I swallow the building lump in my throat.

"After we burry her you could come live at the tower."

"In New York?"

"Yeah, that way you'll see me and Tony and Peter. What do you say?"

"Yes, yes please." I say, as I feel that I'm about to cry.

Later that week, I reach out to all her coworkers and my last living aunt. I find out from the bank that she left a will for me. Everything goes to me, the house, the money, and I don't get handed over to my aunt I am able to live my myself.

My mom's work friend Amber and I plan the burrial and funeral. Some people would pay their respects to her open casket. After we closed the casket there was a slideshow that displayed photos of her happy, sad, and being goofy. Later, dinner was served and friends of my mom shared memories of her and how no matter how bad the situation was she lightened the mood or helped the speaker in some way. I was crying eighty five percent of the time listening to stories. 

"Roseanne King, my mother, was an amazing woman that we all respected and enjoyed being around. She always had a smile on her face and always told the truth, even if it was mean and it would hurt your feelings. These are some qualities that I admire of her." I pause to catch my breath. 

"I am going to share some of my favorite memories of her with you all, and please don't mind my crying. So, sometimes during the summer we would go to the beach for the day and one time I was playing in the waves while she watched me from the shore. I grabbed a piece of seaweed and hid it behind my back and hurried over to her. Before she could say anything I quickly threw the seaweed over her shoulders and said, "Mom, I found you a scarf!" At first I think she was suprised that I did that but never the less, she wore the scarf the rest of the beach day. I remember we would play soccer in the backyard when I was younger and she would always do a cartwheel or some type of fip or cheer when she scored a point. Most times I think she only did it to make me laugh and everytime I laughed. She always made me laugh. My mom was a pure person, always puting everyone before herself. Making everyone laugh even when she was down. I believe we will all miss her but she would wan't us to be happy and live our lives. Thank you." While giving this speech, tears leaked from my eyes reliving the memories I told and many more.

After the funeral, Nat hugs me and helps me pack all my clothes into my backpacks and suitcases. Before we leave for New York, I quickly grabbed a pair of my mom's emerald earings and its matching necklace, I grabbed the last note she left me and tucked it into the pocket of my hoodie, and a bottle of her perfume to remember her.

Nat flew us to New York that night and brought me to my new room between her bedroom and Wanda's bedroom. Nat helped me unpack my clothes then I showered and cried myself to sleep that night holding the note that she left me the morning she died. I sprayed some of her perfume on it for some comfort and longing.