Seeing Things Through Her Eyes

Chapter Eight - The New Future

Dedicated to Shanice_Maria for sticking with my story and giving me help and feedback for each chapter, thank you!

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Authors note; I'm actually sad this story is coming to an end, I like writing it. Anyway I hope you enjoy it.

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I jumped out of my skin, like when you just start drifting off to sleep then you feel you're falling. Flickery images of the past few years flashed through my mind for five quick seconds. The jump sent my arms and legs flying in all directions. My left wrist smacked into the solid brick wall next to me, waking my out of my wonderful sleep. Well, it was more of a nightmare. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting as they adjusted to the small slither of sunlight that was lighting up my face. I thought back to yesterday

"Mum!" I screamed into what seemed to be an empty house.

Footsteps came dashing clumsily into my bedroom, it was like an elephant had just crashed through my door. It slammed open, almost denting the wall it hit in panic. I smiled then flickered my eyes over to where my Mum was standing in the doorway, her Disney dressing gown keeping her warm over her spotty pyjamas. She would be standing there smiling her cheerful smile at me that could change your mood in an instant.

I turned my head sharply towards my open door, grinning at my mum until my eyes adjusted. I was staring at a very angry sister. She had her hands on her hips and her lips met to form a small frown. She had dark circles round her eyes as if she hasn't slept all night and her rosy cheeks were wet with tears.

"Where's Mum?" I croaked at her, confused with why she rushed to see what was going on when I shouted out 'Mum.'

"She's dead. It's five AM, go back to bed now," she told me unsympathetically.

I felt my lilac room swirl around me in uneven circles. I let my eyelids fall down, hiding the swirling world from me. I tried to force my eyes open again but my eyelids felt as heavy as a mountain. It was as if my brain was telling me to face the facts and my body was saying 'No I don't want to.'

"N-no, she can't be," I stammered, my eyes still refusing to open.

My sister sighed heavily, "Well she is. Go to sleep."

I let myself drift off to sleep again the second my sister closed my door. My dreams remained haunted by nightmares, from the badly overwhelming news.

The next time I woke up again it was because of my sister shouting at me from the kitchen to get up. She didn't seem to be in a good mood, it's strange because she always did her best to be happy around me, even when she felt like breaking down and crying. I wandered downstairs, dragging my feet behind me, not in any rush to get ready. I entered our strangely spotless kitchen and shoved some bread in the shiny, silver toaster.

"Stay home for dinner tonight Rachel," my sister told me simply. Her tone of voice was cold, as if she hated me. Fine if that's how she wants to be, two can play at this game, I thought to myself, shooting Sara an annoyed look.

"Why?"

"Because you're never home, ever since you can Izzy became close again," she complained.

I thought about what she'd said, things seem to have gone from one extreme to another, we used to be really close and she was never moody. Now we're not close and she acts like she hates me. I looked at her, hurt at the thought that Sara, my loving sister who once upon a time looked after me when I had no one, may hate me.

She raised her eyebrows at me, "Oh don't give me that look, you know it's true, just be here okay?" Her eyes shot daggers at me when she thought I wasn't looking.