Bright Eyes

Chapter 3

I woke up on my bed and my mom sat beside me. She saw me awake and quickly threw her arms around me. "What did they tell you happened?" I asked. She only shook her head. "Mom, he hit me first." I began but she flew up her hand silencing me. 

"Your suspended a week." she said. My jaw dropped. "Are you serious!" My temper flared and i stood up ignoring the head ache i have and walked downstairs. "Kason, honey, you need to rest." she said following me. 

I checked my pockets. "Where's my phone?" she sighed and pointed at the table. "I know it wasn't your fault sweetie. I had to take off work to come get you and i think i might need to call in sick this whole week." I grabbed my phone from the table and put it in my pocket. 

I went to my mother and took her folded hands into mine. "I'm fine by myself ,mom. I need to grow up some time." i chuckled. She gave me another hug and cried in my shoulder. "I'm just so worried about you." "i know."I comforted her.

She released herself then grabbed her car keys off the counter and went to the door. "I'll start now." she said forcing a smile and wiping her sniffle away. "I'll be right back, i need to go get some grocery's."she opened the door and left. There i was. Alone.

I walked back upstairs and sat on my bed. I grabbed my head phones from my night stand and listened to my music while i laid on my pillow and traced patterns in the ceiling ignoring the annoying texts of contacts i really need to delete.

Hours passed and i began to wonder how long it would take to get grocery's for two. I paused my music and walked downstairs. I looked through the peep hole and still didn't see her car. I decided to check my texts to see if she stopped by the library or something. Nothing.

Another hour passed and i began leaving all the lights on in my house, checking all the windows and occasionally opening the door to get a better view of the front. I was in the kitchen making myself some toast when i heard screeching wheels in our drive way. I quickly looked through the window and didn't see my mother but a police officer. 

He knocked on the door and i didn't know what to do at first so i paced a moment cleaned the living room up a bit then answered the door. The officer looked pale. "Are you Kason?"he asked. I nodded. "I need you to come with me." I hesitated. You can't always trust a police officer. "Where?" i asked. "Your mother is in the hospital." I quickly got in the vehicle.

When we got to the hospital doctors were rushing around with hospital beds and wheel chairs. The police officer escorted me upstairs to the fourth floor. I walked into a room he stopped at and saw a disfigured woman laying there on machines. Burns covered her face and body and blood on her arms. 

My hands shook. "Mom?" The woman slowly moved her head so she could see me. She couldn't move her hands or arms. I knelt at her bed side and began to cry. 

The officer began to explain what happened. "She went to take a right on her signal when someone ran a red light and slammed her into the pole. The doors were crushed shut and we couldn't get her out when it caught on fire." 

I listened and the more and more he described it the more and more i wanted to find out who ran that red light and shoot them in the head.When he finished he finally told me the doctor's conclusion.

"I'm sorry but she's not going to make it." I quickly stared straight at the officer wide eyed. "What?" "The doctor said they did what they could but she's on life support and that can't even help her." He said. I sobbed and never left her the entire night.

At 3:24 am they announced her as dead. The officer came to get me around 6. I didn't go with him. I knew i was going to pack up my stuff and go to my aunt's house. The bewitching one with the long blond hair and crooked nose. She was nothing like my mother. She never will be. 

I ran out the room, down the hall, out the hospital, and across the parking lot. My side ached, but i didn't care. I really don't do sports, or a lot of exercise in general. I know someone i can trust at this point. I know someone that they would never link me to. I know Edith.