The Light in My Life

Ch. 5 Flashback Part 2

With shaking hands, I opened the door...

"Mom is in there. I will open the door and see here with her big smile, brown hair to match mine, and beautiful hazel eyes with sparkle of mischief that we share... I know so."

And as I opened that door, still whispering to myself she is there... part of me knew she was gone, but also she couldn't have done anything about it.

I looked all over our apartment, but didn't see her and was forced to believe the truth.

"She's dead. Gone. Forever."

And with that, I bolted to my bedroom and packed some clothes. Only the essentials.

And then, walked to my mom's room.

I looked at her room, which was the opposite of mine, still spotless as usually. I grabbed her favorite jacket, skirt, and necklace.

Carefully, putting on the jacket and placing her shirt and necklace in my packed bag as if they were made of glass, I looked back at my old home that once was filled with happiness and joy, now surrounded by dread and sorrow, thick in the air....with a quick glance and a single tear escaping. I did the only thing I could.

I ran.

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*time skip*

Run. Survive.

I took off my mom's jacket a couple days after I started, in fear it would rip from the trees. Since the forest is so thick, my arms and legs were beaten and scrapped to pieces. My face red from crying, but luckily I'm used to surviving in the wild from my mother's many camping trips.

"Woah..."

I was in New York... A 14 year old girl, scrapped to pieces just casually strolling the streets. I have been running for a little less than a year.

"Now, what's a sweet lilt girl like you doing on the streets of the big city, all alone and *gasp* my!! You have taken a beaten haven't ya?" Said a kind looking old man.

"Why should I tell a stranger like you!?!?" I replied, sassily.

"Cause I have lost a lot and would like a friend. I only wanna help you." He said tenderly, with a farmillar pained, and sad look. The same look I has, thinking of my mother... Her death...my lost.

Looking back at him I knew, he wasn't gonna hurt me. He is like me.

"Ok... What's your name?" I asked.

"Ross. You can call me uncle Ross, Ross, or just uncle.. If you want."

"Ok, uncle Ross."

Grabbing his hand, we started walking to my new home.

(THE FEELS!!!!! Hope you like it!!! External link for more effect. Rhoslyn (which means lovely rose) is Alex's mom name... bye!!!

- Lé BoBo)