Till Death Do Us Part{Book 3} *Completed* (Old Version) Being renewed

Hypnotico

{Chapter Ten} Thanks to Leah, the doctors withdraw their decision of turning off the machine but it was still in consideration. I closed the hospital room and lingered my hand on the handle for a few seconds when I felt eyes watching me. Shaking my head to clear my mind I slipped my hand from the handle and walked through the halls.

"You skipped school again." My father said the moment I walked through the door and I stopped halfway, turning to face him as he sighed. "You can't keep skipping like this Winter, the principle called me you know." He crossed his arms together and looked at me for an explanation.

"I just can't pretend that my mother isn't in a coma because of us like you." I found myself blurting out and I felt guilty at the hurt look that flashed through my father's eyes. "I didn't mean to say it like that." I looked away and down at my feet.

"You think I'm pretending that your mother isn't in a coma? She's my mate Winter. You think it doesn't hurt me? That I don't think of her each day pass?" My father replied back hurt and I couldn't face him, he was right.

My mother is his mate, it's obviously that it hurts him more than us. He had a history with our mother, we just know how she looks like. We don't have any memory of hers like he does. "I'm sorry but I can't help but feel guilty every time I see her laying on a bed for our fault."

Tears started to slip down my cheeks as I expressed what I was feeling about all this. I can't pretend like my sister, I can't just live a normal life while my mom is dumped on a bed unmovable with just a machine keeping her alive.

"Come here." He pulled me into a hug as I sobbed hard and I'm sure that the whole pack could hear my cries. "It's okay, everything's going to be alright." I don't know how he does it, but he just brings me peace.

"Do I need to be jealous?" My sister asked as she walked through the door, dumping her bag on the sofa. 

My father told me that when we were born, everybody was left perplexed. It's not every day that you see identical twins with different hair and eye color. We both are a mix between our mother and father, it was so weird but we liked it.

We just have the same face but that's it. We were different and we liked that, we liked being unique but I knew that something was wrong, not a bad wrong but not a good wrong either and I was right. When I was five something strange happened to me. It was like my body would just leave my body and my soul would wander around to another world but not any world.

I could see dead people but not any kind of dead people, just the ones that wanted to be seen. I could hear their voices in the back of my mind, calling my name and I would just appear wherever they wanted me to, leaving my body soulless.

My grandfather then told me when I was twelve that I was special like my mom. We could see and talked to dead people, sometimes we could even see the future and save other people from dead but it comes with a price.

At first I thought he was crazy. I was young and didn't understand any of it but as I grew up I saw things clearer but I stayed quiet, I didn't want people to think that I was crazy or a freak.

My father told me that when my mother was pregnant, she had a very risk pregnancy. The doctors told her that if she goes through this process she will die along the way but she didn't care. She wanted to have us at all cost.

My mother died right after we were born but the doctors were able to pull her through but she never woke up like they expected her to. "No need to be jealous, I love you both equally." My father opened his arms more to pull her in as he hugged us both.

"Yeah, yeah. I know she's your favorite." My sister joked as she rolled her eyes at him, slowly pulling away from the hug. "I'm going to my room, homework." She grabbed her bag and walked up the stairs and into her room.