The Other Side of the Wall

Chapter 3

No. I could never leave my family behind for a stupid nightmare. Mothers dead, and she has been for five years. Some strange dream is not going to change that. Even if I tried leaving, it would never work. People in town would spot me trying to climb the wall before I could get high enough. My head starts to spin again as I sit down on my bed. Tears start to stream down my face as I remember mothers soft kisses that she would place on my forehead before I fell asleep every night. I miss my mother more than I could ever show or describe. I still remember the night she died. Mother and I were cooking dinner while Arlo and father were running around in the bright green grass outside. Mother told me to keep an eye on the oven to make sure it would not start a fire. She left outside to get the boys for dinner. Smoke started to come out of the oven and I started to panic a little. I grabbed a rag and waved it around the room making a funny sound not thinking much of it. The smoke started coming out no stop that's when I really started to panic.

"MAMA! MAMA HELP!" I screamed as fire started to catch in the oven. Mother was playing with the boys tickling them and goofing around and could not hear me. Something came over me to open the oven and let some air cool it down, but the fire caught to the rag I put on top of it.

"MAMA HELP ME PLEASE! THE OVEN AND A FIRE HELP MAMA HELP!" I screamed as I started to cry. The giggling from outside stopped and mother started to scream.

"ANNABELLA! GET OUT OF THERE!" She screamed, but I was surrounded by fire. Its almost as it formed a little circle around me.

"MAMA I CAN NOT GET OUT PLEASE MAMA HELP ME!" I screamed crying as the fire got closer. I hear footsteps. Mother enters the kitchen whipping her head around trying to find me when our eyes meet. She quickly looks for an exit but has trouble with it. She looks down at her feet and then looks at me.

"Honey, grab my hand." She says holding it out.

"Mama there's no space left over there!" I say looking around for a way out.

"Trust me. Please." She says holding her hand above the fire. I grab it and she pulls me over to the other side with her holding me in the air. She lowers me down to place a kiss on my head.

"I love you Anabella. I will see you soon. I promise." She says with a smile. She places me down on the ground and jumps into the middle of the circle where I was.

"MAMA NO!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I watch as the fire touches her leg. She screams as she holds her breath in pain.

"ANABELLA GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" She screams as a tear slips from her eye. Tears are running down my face as I watch her in pain.

"MAMA I LOVE YOU!" I scream threw the tears. I turn to run out of the house and from the corner of my eye I catch her smile. I shake my head as the tears fall. I run continue to run as me feet hit the hard wood. My feet hurt and my arm feels burnt. I run out of the house falling into the grass crying. I feel hands grab my arms picking me up as the tears fall from my eyes. The pain of the burn was not even close to the pain of losing mother. She was the only one in this family who really understood me and Arlo and father know that now still, but it was my fault she's gone. I should have run out of the house like anyone else would when the smoked first started , but now, because of me, she's gone, and she will never come back. It's all my fault and no one can tell me it's not. Tears are now running nonstop from my eyes. I sniffle as more tears roll down my cold soft cheeks. I hear footsteps run up the stairs as I quickly wipe the tears away. Arlo opens my door and sticks his head in.

"Father wanted me to ask you if you needed anything to eat." He says making a funny face.

"I am currently not hungry, so please leave A." I say still upset with him about the dream.

"Are you ok Annabella?" He says starting to walk in.

"I said I am fine, now get out!" I scream glaring at him. He closes the door.

"ITS ANN!" I yell knowing he can hear me. I get off my bed and walk over to my window once again. I stare at the wall. I wait for an answer, but to get nothing. I let one more tear slip as I think about the nightmare still floating round in my mind. Mothers dead. She has been for 5 years now, but I still wake up with haunting memories of her that never seem to leave and no magical spell can fix that. I love her, and now, shes gone.