Chapter 3 Mother

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I shutter at the thought of seeing my Mother. I've missed her so much, but I'm not sure how she's going to react to my life choice. Oh well, it doesn't matter! I get to finally see her after all these years. Where am I meeting Autumn again, that's right my room. I walk well float to my room.

"How was the morning with your Father?"

"Terrible!!! He actually does miss me. I thought he would be happy, but now he's miserable!"

"See Paris, your Father really loves you."

"I know that now Autumn. But it's too late."

"Actually, no it's not."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, after you spend the day with whoever you hung out with that particular day, you will appear in their dream that night. You will physically be there. And you can talk to them. They will think its some weird dream, but you will get that dream to say anything to them you still need to. They can ask you questions and stuff, but as soon as you touch them, in anyway shape or form PUFF the dream is done and you will not get to talk to them until they are dead."

"That's weird, but I can't wait to talk to them all again!"

"Yes, it's really fun. I didn't get to appear in your dream because your mother knew already what the future held for you and there was no way to change it."

"That's okay. I get to spend the rest of eternity with me."

"Sounds fun Paris. But you should go and see your Mother. She would like to spend as much time as possible with you. She is the only living human I can speak to. Due to personal connections and importance in your life."

"Okay, I will met you back here later."

"Sounds about right. Good luck Paris."

As I nod my head, I close my eyes and end up at a strange house.

It's messy in here, but the familiar scent of Japanese Cherry Blossom assures me that this is my Mothers house.

I begin to walk around looking for her, since I know my time here is limited. Her house is not that big, but it takes me a while to find her. Thanks fully I hear some humming from the backyard. As I walk back there I notice that there aren't other houses for a good 2 miles away. Which bring to the conclusion that she lives in the country.

"Hello my dear." 

That's right, she can see me and I can see her.

"Hello Mother."

"I suppose that you have a huge question for me, and I have a huge one for you. Lets start with yours first."

"Yes I do. Why did you never come back to me Mother?"

"I wanted to Paris. But your Father made me very unhappy and I did not want to see him again. I mailed him papers for divorce but he wouldn't sign them unless I went to see him one more time. So that's why I just bought a home out here. Away from him."

"But what about me! Didn't you want to see me?"

"Paris of course I did. I tried to figure out so many ways to see you, and I finally had one. But then you took those stupid pills. Which makes me wonder. Why did you take those pills?"

"There's so many reasons. First of Autumn who was my best friend committed suicide 4 month prior to my death. Which made me depressed. Yes I Paris the always smiling girl was Depressed. I had to take 1 pill a day every day. Also, Father became a workaholic after you left and I thought he hated me. And finally, I told Owen that I loved him, because I do love him, and he said he didn't feel the same way about me. That was the last conversation I had before I went home and took the damn pills. I thought everyone's life would be better without me. But I can see now that Father really did love me, and I get to spend the day with each of my friends. But they can't hear me except for when I go into there dreams prior to that day."

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. And I'm sorry for all the crap that happened."

"I know you are. But now I have to go, and I will NOT being seeing you in a dream tonight. So this is Goodbye Mother."

I run up to her and give her a gigantic hug. Tears roll down my face.

"Good bye Paris. I love you."

"Love you too Mother."

And when I open my eyes, I am back with Autumn and the clock reads 825pm.

"Hello again Paris. How was the time with your Mother?"

"I learned a a lot of things from here, and she learned a lot from me. I'm going to miss her."

"Paris, that's not the last time you will be able to see her. You are aloud on the 12th of every month you can visit and speak with her for no more than 2 hours. If you are claimed dead"

"I can't wait to talk to her again, Threes still so much to tell her."

"That's great Paris, but your Father will be going to bed soon, so you need to be prepared to talk to him for the last time, for real the last time. Are you ready?"

"Ready as I will every be. I guess."

"Close your eyes then please."

I close my eyes and then I appear in a strange place. My Father is dreaming about our house. Thats weird. But I see him.

"Paris?" He asks as he runs towards me.

"If you want to talk to me you will NOT touch me. At any time or I will disappear."

"Okay.... Paris what were you thinking? The night you took the pills?"

"A lot of things actually. But the one that involved you was that you wouldn't miss me."

"Why did you think that?"

"Cause you barely spent time with me, you were always working or sleeping. Barely noticing me ever."

"I'm so sorry sweetie. I do miss you, I love you."

The tears begin to stroll down both of our cheeks.

"I know that now Father. I was with you but you didn't know that. I watched you cry and write the invitations this morning. I also gave you a huge and tried to talk to you, but you didn't hear me."

"What?"

"I don't have that much time to explain everything. But this is the last time we will talk, so if you have any lasts words, say them now, so I can hug you and then leave."

"Okay.... Paris sweetie I always have loved you, since the day you were born and forever. I will miss you the most of anyone."

"I will miss you too Father."

I run up to him.

"I love you Father."

"I love you Paris." he whispers in my ear as I hug him. 

When I wake up, hes gone and I'm back on my bed. I cry uncontrollable for the remainder of the night.

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