Ivy's POV
"HOW IS SHE looking" a deep, soothing voice says.
"we're losing her" a female voice says.
It's my time. But it was only Jack's yesterday. A year in day, right. I open my eyes slightly, fighting the urge to die. it's painful, trust me.
"She is coming back" the male voice says triumphantly.
I wiggle my fingers and toes but it feels like lifting a 20 kilo dumbbell.
"Yes" is all I can utter.
"She's coming back faster than expected" the female voice says.
a series of machines beep.
"Where am I?" I ask the people in the room.
"Hospital"they say.
"Your mum is waiting outside the surgery room" the lady reassures me.
"Mum" I say and the name feels in familiar on my lips.
I suddenly realise what I've done. I've defeated my time. This feels so wrong. Even though death is feared your time is your time. I shouldn't have let myself defeat it. If we all live there will be no loss, no sorrow. People may take that as a good thing but there needs to be a balance.
The surgeons (I've worked out that they are surgeons) let my mum in.
"She is still fragile Miss so please be careful" the man warns my mother.
"My baby" she says. "I thought you were lost"
"Same mum" I admit.
She hugs me and I hug her until I fall asleep.
70 years later
I stare at the spot where a small patch of grass lays. Trying to workout if what I saw was real. Did my mums grave really sit next to my teen boyfriend's. This has to be fate. I take the flowers from the seat in my walking frame ( yes, walking frame. Three hip replacements and two broken legs had not been kind) and split them. half goes to my mother, half to my boyfriend.
I never got married. it was always just me and mum. But when mum died it was just me. She died thirty years ago but I always come on her birthday.
I always think back to that day when I come to the cemetery. I just fought my time. I don't know what to do. I'll live until who knows when. I'm invisible from most things. I was young and stupid, and just like tattoos, the consequences of my action will leave me forever haunted.
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Haunted
خيال (فانتازيا)Ivy has just moved to an English estate with her Dad and step mother (who she calls 'step monster'). One night she is killed. Join Ivy's ghost and her boyfriend as they face trials of horror, fear, sadness and love on an exciting journey trying to f...
