I'll never forget the day I lost her. It was cold. The snow flakes danced across my face slowly, like everything was at peace in the world. But it wasn't. I laid there, in the snow. Dying. Yelling out for my mother that I knew who would never answer.
I would've gotten up to look for her but my body wasn't responding, no matter how much desperation I had within me. But i kept trying until my finger twitched then my hand and then soon enough my whole body was back to following the orders my brain.
I peeled my face from the white cold ground, and slowly steadied myself to stand. I cupped my hand over my injured arm, limping my way to the area I thought I saw my mom getting blown over to. It took several minutes but then I soon found a lifeless body ten feet away.
I stood still for a moment, unable to process the possibility that she might be dead. I would be all alone. No. I'd still have Grandma... but I would never be able to look her in the eye, the only reason mom got hurt was because she was protecting me. I shook my head. Come on Alex! She might still be alive! Just go to her! MOVE!
I took one step forth and it was agonizing. But I still kept moving, every step, was as if someone chopped my body to pieces and sewed them together again.
The moment I reached her side, the sight of the state she was in was to much for my already weak legs to handle. I collapsed to the ground. Red liquid soaked through my jeans.
Her skin was no longer white but black and red from the burns caused by the bomb. But as sever as it was, somehow I knew that if that was her only injury she would've lived. But the burnt skin wasn't the only thing she had gotten.
Her throat had been smashed. Blood looked like it was dripping from everywhere, and forming a pool from beneath her body, her dark red curls mixed in with it.
"mom...w-who did this to you?" I whispered with a shaken voice. As if on cue my mom opened her eyelids, slowly revealing her misty Gray eyes. There was no hint of the tinge of green that radiated her eyes with life, that had always warmed him from the inside out whenever it was accompanied by her same heart warming smile. But these lifeless dull eyes only filled him with sadness and sorrow.
"Mom," I choked out, "say something!...PLEASE! Say something....Mom I can't lose you to...."
She tried to comply to his wishes but no sound escaped her lips. Giving up on talking, Her hand hovered over her until she had grabbed hold of something around her neck. It was the necklace my dad gave her before he died; a star shaped emerald encased in a round fake diamond that stayed one colour, Grey, that was hooked on a golden chain.
She tried to tug it off, but she was to weak to even grip it tightly. My hands fell upon hers, helping to pull it off. She signalled her eyes toward me, then at the necklace, to glance back at me. I got the point that she wanted me to have it,
"Are you sure?" I asked, she nodded.
I hooked the necklace around my neck. As soon as I let the necklace fall in place my body was filled with heat, sensational tingles that shot down my spine as if hope has entered my body. It was as if my moms smile had reached me again, and the familiarity of it, and the realization that I'll never have it again made the urge to cry to unbearable to resist anymore, and the warm salty liquid fell down my face in an never ending waterfall.
I looked down at the necklace and gasped, staring at the stone in shock. The emerald stone, had been fading out into an unmistakable sapphire blue.
What's happening to it? And how do I know that this stone was no longer an emerald stone...
Something cold fell gingerly on my cheek, and the heat receded from my body. I glanced back down at my mother.
She curled her lips in a smile, while only three words were able to slip her lips, "I love you," and like that she was gone.
I hugged her one last time. Then laid her down and closed her eyes.
My mother was dead. My father is dead. And my Twin sister is dead. My house and all of the memories that held in it was gone. I was alone. I walked around aimlessly, crying and shouting for my mother to come back even though I know this is impossible. I wanted to die. But i knew I had to live. I have to live for my mother.
After walking aimlessly for what felt like an eternity, with all these thoughts, the images of my moms death, the bomb was replaying in my mind over and over again. And I felt my will give out. And all I could remember was feeling like my heart was being crushed and someone screaming call help.
