Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

"Harry,"

Ana shook her son's shoulder in the prime darkness, seeing his jade eyes open to see her.

"Mom?"

"Listen, and listen to me very closely." Her voice was frantic and hurried-the complete opposite of calm.

Harry took in his mother's attire; a long, streaming black trench coat.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as he rubbed at his eyes, sitting up in his bed.

"No, stay there," Ana said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was already in tears just seeing her son, knowing this would be the last time. "I just needed to tell you something."

Harry could instantly sense something was up; there was something different in his mother. Her eyes looked flustered, scared almost, and they also seemed glossy. Was she about to cry? Harry hated it when his mother cried. It just didn't feel right.

"Tomorrow, things around here are going to change." She whispered, her lower lip quivering when she realized the multitude that was about to take place. "Your entire life is going to change."

"Why?"

She wiped at her eye shakily, taking a deep breath. She had to do this.

This was her last and final chance.

"Everything is going to change." She said slowly, staring hard into eyes that looked like hers. She reached out and grabbed a firm hold of her son's shoulders, feeling how much he had grown. She was never going to be able to see him grow into a full adult; she was never going to see him first date a girl; she was never going to see him fully mature into the man he's destined to be.

"What do you mean?" Harry replied quietly, not knowing what to think. His tired state was instantly wakening up from the frazzled look of his mother.

"Listen to me," She said, catching his attention once more. "And please, listen to me closely." She took a shuddering breath, unable to keep herself from brushing a stray brown curl from his forehead, smoothing it over and running her finger down his soft cheek.

He was so beautiful.

"No matter how much things may change," She whispered, "never forget who you are."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Ana felt the phone in her pocket vibrating; her moment was up.

It was time to go.

"I love you," She didn't have time to answer his question, and it was when she said this when she started feeling the cold tears streaking down her cheeks. She held back a sob and instead smiled painfully down at him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you so much."

"Where are you going? Mom?" He asked quickly as she got off the bed.

"Stay in bed," She instructed firmly. "Just go back to sleep, okay?" She covered her mouth when she saw his smaller form shrink back on the bed, seeming to blend in with the dark figure in the darkness.

Out of all the pain she had endured-all the times she had been hit by Daryl, giving birth, and out of all the emotional pains, this was the worst pain she had ever experienced in her entire life.

Saying goodbye, and knowing what world she was leaving him in.

It was the hardest thing she had ever done.

But she had to do it.

She slid out of the door, letting her muffled sob escape until she saw the lone figure waiting for her just a few feet away.