CHARLOTTE

CHAPTER IX

With my 15 years of life. That was the first time I saw a related die. With the vast amount of hormones right now, I wasn't sure how to react, should I cry, laugh, be mad, feel despair. I didn't know. My thoughts were such a mess.

My mother passed away almost a week ago. So now the funeral was being planned, she had a lot of acquaintances, but I wasn't sure if those were actual friends. Despite this, the burial was quite lively. The day wasn't gray as shown in movies or series, the people weren't in fact sad, they were mostly reviving the past and sort of. This annoyed me in some way, I felt the respect towards my mother was being lost. But I am just a teenager -Could I possibly do something to change that? -I wondered. Well of course not.

After the funeral, a party was held in my old house. I was having a panic attack, so I just shut into my dorm. I didn't like having problems, and with the fact I was growing, surely, my aunts, uncles and grandparents were going to nag me about ridiculous things.

I went up the wooden stairs, they were pretty damaged, but overall it wasn't as if the house was pretty well cared of. I opened my elaborately decorated door and just squeezed myself into the soft white and purple pillows and blankets that I carefully chose to combine with the room. I hugged one of my favorite plushies (Yes I still use one to sleep) And buried my face onto it. At the moment I had to refill my lungs. I pull apart my head from him. (Also yes, the plushie has a name and it's NAME). I saw it was wet in some parts. My fragile fingers reached out my eyes and I sensed the presence of tears. I whipped them out only leaving my puffy eyeballs.

A few hours passed since the reunion had started, so I went downstairs. Again, hating the horrible sound the stairs made. And realized there were still a lot of people, but even so they were less. The people I managed to recognize were gone, it was a shame, I really liked their presence and seemed like good people. Now the only ones left were strangers. But for me, something felt out of place.

Their shadows were beginning to distort on the walls making different silhouettes. I rubbed my eyes furiously to prove myself I needed some sleep and that I was just imagining everything, but the forms were still there. I silently approached my dad to speak about my illness, if we could call it like that, but he was too busy hosting the party. So I just decided to leave him alone.

I was saddened and made the choice to go back. Go back to a place where no one would need me. As I was silently walking, I tried to ignore all the faces. The paintings made me wanna puke. I was totally disgusted by what I was seeing. Completely fake smiles, persons only being available to get the benefits of someone. All of them reminded me of a bunch of vultures, taking advantage of what has rotten away. The smiles on the walls were getting bigger and bigger. I didn't know how to stop them. Until the bell rang, that's when they began to fade away.

My dad went to get the doorbell and slowly, the faces vanished. I was glad but also curious of who was the savior that took me out of that illusion. I accompanied my father to only be met by literally darkness. No one was in the hallway, the only thing that went inside our house was the freezing weather that a normal week in February gave. I offered my dad to close the door, but this was only an excuse to investigate further.

I didn't want to be super obvious so I only popped my head a little to get a better view, but either the left side or right side was covered with beautiful white snow accumulating itself on the ground, blending everything in one monochromatic color.

I gave up and closed the door. But before this was fully shut down. A red scarf flew around. My eyes widened, the accessory looked like the one my mother used to wear when I was younger. A red cotton striped scarf. My hand reached out to the empty place only to be met by the low temperature the air possessed.

My body didn't react in a proper way. My mind flew by a dozen times. Space began to be pulled like if the strings of the universe were about to be broken. Suddenly I wasn't a small person anymore. I was back at my original state of madness.