The Only Girl

Chapter Eight

I whirled around to be face to face with the nurse that took care of Connor a while back.

The nurse that I always saw when I was there.

Come to think of it, that's the weird part. She was ALWAYS there when I was. Like, never not there.

"How do you know that?" I demand as I stare her right in the eyes.

Her eyes.

They're too familiar.

But from where?

No, I'm just loosing it.

"Um, actually, I just kind of picked it up from you. You- you, uh, say it a lot," she answered hesitantly.

I considered that for a minute.

"I really don't say it that much," I said.

"Well, uh, it's a popular poem?" She said uncertainly.

"No, it's not. The only people that know it is me, Darin, Connor, my dad who's dead, or my mom.... No. She's dead too."

She sighed. "We need to talk."

***
And that's how I found myself in a hospital cafeteria eating terrible food across from someone that could likely be an ax murderer.

"Look, I know you will think I'm crazy, and I know you won't accept it at first, you'll probably be mad, I mean, I would be mad too, frankly...."

She kept rambling on and on.

"Just get to the point." I interrupted her.

"There is no easy way to say this," she started.

Those eyes.

Where have I seen her eyes?

Vanessa, get a hold of it!

"I'm not a nurse."

What.

"Well, no I am a nurse. It's just... Vanessa, I'm going to give it to you straight. I'm your mom."

I burst out laughing, and the bad thing is, I couldn't stop.

"Oh, oh,y-your s-s-serious," I managed in between laughs. "I'm sorry nurse-lady, but my mom's dead. I've accepted that. And, if you are just trying to steal my life from me, leave. Now." I told her.

"You don't understand. She-I mean I'm not dead. Obviously. I am your mom. I told you that it won't be easy to accept at first. But, you tell me what you want to know about your mom-which is me-and I'll answer."

I snickered.

Seriously. Who does she think I am?

"Okay then. What was her maiden-name?"

"Zhoop."

"Lucky guess. Who was her favorite brother?"

"Didn't have any."

"Sister?"

"I'm an only child."

"Okay then. Tell me something that only you and I know."

She thought for a minute and looked me in my eyes.

Those eyes.

What is it about those eyes?!

"The locket."

"Yes, I have a locket from my mother around my neck. Anyone would notice that."

"No. The locket. It has a secret compartment in the back."

"What?"

"It does. See? Look right here."

She showed me the compartment in the back that had a note.

I didn't even know about that.

I quickly stuffed the note in my pocket.

"Read the note. Here's my number. Think about it." She said and got up.

I watched her walk away.

Could it actually be?

No.

I won't accept it.

***

My Dear Vanessa,

By the time you are reading this you probably have mixed feelings about, well, everything.

I have written this note to inform you that everything that happened in the year of terribleness, starting with my death, was not true.

You are an intelligent young woman. Never forget that.

I know this was pathetic.

I should've found a better way to handle the fighting with your father.

He helped me cover up my death.

I hope someday you can forgive me.

I hope someday you can understand.

I love you.

Love, Mom

***

How could she do this?

Why?

When and how will she tell the boys?

I don't want to think about it.

I can't.

I won't.

***

Author's note:

ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!

I know this one's shorter, but oh well.

I wanted to get this published ASAP!

Love my readers!

- softball_luver18