Saving Juliet

Chapter 1

Before

On the summer before my third year of high-school, my mother insisted on taking me "shopping till we're dropping" as she calls it while any normal person could agree its called shopping. Just staring at my mom pick my clothes while I deny them was enough hilarity for me. Sadly, we couldn't do that in the comfort of the small Avery County, mall, as my determined mother decided to go precisely to the outlets of Regal Falls.

"I don't think grey is your color." My mother commented, on my first outfit, as I turned around a few times like an idiot, so she could see the outfit better.

"If this is about what my color is, we will be here forever." I said with a serious face, as my mom smiled lightly at my strange pink, and porcelain skin.

At the time, my outfit mattered a lot to myself and my mother, especially me, because all that went through my thick teenage skull, and her headstrong, and thick, motherly skull was what people thought about me.

My mother and I were very close, because although I grew up quickly, I never rebelled against my mother and that was because we had a bond that could be felt stronger than a magnetic pull, as the pull pushed us together by the second.

"Maybe bronze is a better color for you?" Mom said and we both laughed.

The real reason why we were going shopping, was probably because she wanted to talk to me about getting back together with dad, because ever since her "divorce", or so she calls it, —while I call it a two month split, she and dad have been throwing flirtations at each other.

Remembering what happened precisely that day was difficult, although sadly I still remembered her exact words. "Come here." My mother said to me that day. "No matter what, I will always love you. You know that right?". I nodded happily knowing what came next. "I talked to your dad, and we wanted to know if you're okay with us getting back together."

Instantly, I couldn't contain myself in. My parents were always happy together. As a divorced couple, they had that emotion that they couldn't let go. They are complete opposites, but apparently opposites attract, and their spark wasn't gone.

I managed to contain myself, at least in front of her.

"I love him." She said, and I knew she meant it, because there was a glimmer in her eyes, a sparkle that ignited the deeper green of her electric eyes. Not only was this a sign of her love, but a sign of her sincerity, because my mother was always an honest to good beautiful woman

That was how I knew that was a good day, for her and for me. But, we didn't know it was our last. No one really knows when their last good day is. This was my mom's last good day, and apparently it was mine too.

As we headed out, we took one look at the blue sky. We kind of just analyzed it. Everything looked so blue, but not just average blue. It looked like a soft lilac color, oddly. It was astonishing, as the color faded from lilac, to blue and back.

As we drove away, the sun got farther, and so did our worries. The sun was hitting my skin through the window, burning and penetrating through my skin and heating my body.

We were passing the "Welcome to Avery County" sign, when suddenly the strong burn sensation on my skin spread throughout my body, and muscles, making my entire body ache.

I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I closed my eyes, and I blacked-out.

My bones ached and my eyes burned as I tried to open my eyes. I didn't know where I was, as all I saw was light.

"Juliet?" I heard a voice say.

"Dad?" I cried hoarsely.

Then suddenly, I felt an embrace.

"Whe—, Where is mom?" I said once I managed to open my eyes lightly. I took in my surroundings. We were at the hospital.

"She's, she's gone." My dad said with a crack in his voice.

I panicked. My mother, whom taught me how to use a fork. My mother whom, taught me how to talk to a boy. My mother, whom gave birth to me. She's gone. I cried hysterically. This was not real. I ripped off all the tubes on my body and tried to run away.

I managed to get far enough in the hallways to reach the list where the patients were. "321, Veronica Taylor"

I ran there, only she wasn't there anymore. I ran and panicked. The burning sensation on my bones grew with each breath.

Nurses ran to me, and injected something in me, possibly a something to sedate me. My body felt doozy.

I didn't care. I didn't care what they were doing. I didn't care that they were carrying me back in a hospital bed I didn't care because my mother was dead. She was gone.