I got home, slammed the door shut and fell back against it. I buried my face in my hands and cried. After a while my phone rang. I answered. "H-hello" I stuttered with a shakey voice.
"Tanessa! It's Clara, your aunt called me and told me what happened. Are you okay?!" She asked.
"No..." I mumbled.
"I'm coming over" she said, and hung up.
I went into my mom's room and sat down on her bed. I picked up her pink pillow. It smelled just like her. I hugged the pillow close to my body and stayed there until my phone buzzed. It was a text from my aunt.
It said: "don't worry about planning and services for you mother or anything of the sort. I have it under control."
I set the pillow down. I better look though some of her stuff, as much as it hurts. There is sure to be something she'd want buried with her. Something that means a lot to her.
I slowly stood up, and headed towards her closet. I remember she would always tell me that's where to look if something were to happen to her. I began to grab a box from the shelf above me, then I heard a floorboard creek.
It startled me enough that I nearly dropped the box on my head, but I caught it. I tried my hardest to remain quiet, but my heart was pounding and my breathing was not steady. Then footsteps began getting louder and closer.
