Just Friends. (A falling in love with my best friend story)

Chapter 33: I am my mother alive again

 Genna's POV:

The very next day, I walked to Parker's house and went into the basement, finding Parker sitting down there watching a movie. I sat on the couch next to him and lay my head on his shoulder, so used to doing this by now I didn't even think much of it.

        "When's your dad getting home?" I asked him. He shrugged.

        "Dunno. Mom's picking me up and taking me to lunch, and you and dad are gonna join us. He kinda wants to talk to you too." He said.

We sat there watching the movie, which I didn't find very entertaining at all, until we heard the front door open upstairs. I looked at Parker nervously and he laughed at me.

        "It's fine Genna, he's not mad! You've known the guy for years!" He said. I relaxed and realized how stupid I was being. I nodded. He walked up and left, and I told him I'd turn the lights off and stuff for him.

I waited until the front door closed before getting up and getting ready to talk.

I cautiously walked upstairs and found Wes sitting on the couch, his head hanging down and I saw him looking at a picture. I cautiously walked over to him and he didn't even have to look at me. "Sit down." He said quietly. I did, and I noticed the picture. I recognized him as a teenager, since Parker looked so much like him, and there was a curly black-haired girl next to him, a small smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. They had their arms around each other.

        "Who's she?" I asked. I heard him chuckle sadly.

        "I thought you'd recognize her. She's your mother at your age." He said. My heart dropped as I realized that indeed, it was my mother.

        "She wouldn't want this for you. A day after your birth, I was visiting her in the hospital room, and she said, 'Wes, I hope to God my daughter will never have to go through what I did. I don't want that for her.' I told her that if you did..." He swallowed.

        "If you did..she'd be there to protect you." He said. I nodded, getting a sinking feeling in my chest. My mother was terrified right from the beginning that I would end up exactly like her. Which I did.

        "I cut for her you know." He said. I looked at him in surprise.

        "You did?" I asked. He nodded, still not looking at me.

        "Yeah. I did. The scars are long gone, but when I found out...without saying anything I cut right in front of her, just to prove a point. I now see how stupid that was, since it nearly destroyed her. It scared her, and now I know what it was like...for your father and her to see someone they love dearly in the middle of self destruction." He said, finally looking at me. His eyes were silver, like mine. Like my mom's. Except now, they were gray; clouded over by sadness.

        "I can't believe I turned out just how she didn't want me to be. I messed up. It's not her fault, it's mine." I said. This time he actually smiled at me.

        "Are you kidding me Genna? You're seeing all the bad things of how you're just like her in this way. You've got this fire about you, or at least you used to that fuels your temper. You're loyal and close to your friends. You look almost exactly like her as she did before she died. You want nothing but the best for the people around you, putting them before yourself." He said.

I frowned and looked down, feeling tears leak out.

        "But-" I started. He put his hands on my shoulders and made me look up.

        "Genevieve; you are your mother alive again. You're the reason she's still with us. If you die, she dies fully." he said.

Stunned, I didn't say anything; sitting still as a statue.

I thought about how I was always told that I was practically my mother's Mini Me. Sure I still had traits like my father; for example like his temper as well and unfortunatley his arrogance; which got me in trouble all the time.

But I thought about how people always looked at me sadly. I was basically a constant burning reminder to them of the person they lost. They seemed to want to never see me again, but they didn't want to let me go. Wes was right. If I died, mom dies again.

I was....I am my mother alive again.

        "Oh." was all I could say. He smiled at me, putting an arm around me.

        "Now, you do have some special traits that are all your own, but let's face it." He said. I laughed slightly, still a bit worn out. I leaned back against the couch and gently took the photo album from his hands, and started looking through pictures of my mother in highschool. All the same ones that were in her diary. I put the book down and put my face in my hands, sighing.

        "What's wrong?" he asked, worried. I shrugged, removing my hands.

        "I just don't know what to do now." I said. He smiled.

        "That's the best part. The mystery of not knowing what to do next. But we can't see what happens if we have an empty stomach right? Let's go get lunch." He said, pulling me up from the couch.

I hugged him, glad he seemed to be the only one that could break through the barriers like that.