Dylan's pov:
"Dylan, Dylan, Dylan" a woman's voice whispered waking me up. I looked up to see my mum standing there, her soft hand on my shoulder in a calming manner. "What the?" I said shocked my mouth gaping as my dead mother is now standing in front of me smiling like she never died. I looked down to what she was wearing, it was a red t-shirt with white poker dots, she was wearing white pants that came just before the ankle. Her hair was neatly tied back into a ponytail with two white clips pulling her fringe back.
I looked back at her eyes, filled with happiness and hope. "How did yo" I tried but failed miserably. I was lost for words coz every time I tried to talk I kept thinking of the funeral where I saw my dead mothers coffin being placed in. I looked around the room again and saw that the window was open, letting the moon shine through and the wind blow freely. My bedroom door was slightly ajar so I could just see the light coming from my dads room. Lastly I turned back to mum who was still standing there.
"Mum, how did yo?" My mum chuckled finding this situation amusing, "Dylan, it's ok, it's me mum" she said with soft eyes as if I was about to break. "But you died, we saw you..... I saw you in the coffin, at the burial" I stammered out finally finding my voice, I looked her dead in the eye, "how are you here?" I asked, "Dylan, I will tell you but for now I need you to relax, this isn't going to work if you keep firing questions at me" she said frustration filling her soft voice. "I know, I'm sorry"
"It's fine Dylan if I was in your position I would be freaking out to, But we just need to relax, coz if we start raising our voices we might wake your dad, and that would mean a lot more explaining, OK pumpkin?" She said as she moved to sit on the bed, I moved my body so that there was room. "Well first, can you tell me how you are here and not in the coffin that we made specially for you?" I asked curious "I mean it's not everyday that your mum dies and then you see her again".
"Ok well, for starters I'm not a ghost, I am dead but I'm not a ghost, I am an Angels spirit which means that an angel has given me a second chance to say goodbye to the one that hasn't let go, You Dylan is the one that hasn't let go, you've said goodbye with your mouth but you haven't said goodbye with your heart, unfortunately your dad has, therefore I cannot help him at all, all I can do is watch him live his life or fall apart, but you I can help, until your ready to say goodbye".
I nodded in understanding, so my mum is a spirit and she has come back to help me but at the same time she is lying dead in a coffin somewhere in a graveyard, wow, it almost sounds normal, keyword NORMAL. "Ok, but what if I'm never ready to say goodbye will you always stay or will you go" I asked. "Dylan, one day you will come to accept that it's time to say goodbye, and when that day comes, I will be waiting, whether it's tomorrow or in 8 years, I will be waiting for your heart's goodbye".
"Can I see you in daylight or only dark?" I asked "you can only see me in darkness but I will always be beside you and you will know that because the cold and warm feelings, that are running through your shoulder is from when I touched you" she said its true though I was feeling these weird cold and warm feelings running through my shoulder and I hadn't noticed until she just pointed it out, I am truly amazed, I mean all the arguments and the fights I had with mum I can finally make up for them because she is here.
"You have a gift Dylan, to see the unnatural, to see spirits like me, you mustn't tell anyone about seeing me ok, there are people out there who would do anything to get there hands on a pure soul like yours, but with me by your side I will protect you no matter what." She said as I went to hug her my hand slipped through her shoulder causing her to shiver. "Of course, I forgot you can see but you can't touch but for me I can see and I can touch" she said smiling sympathetically.
Understanding what she said I smiled at her and said "are you happy where you are?" "Oh yes! Though one is always allowed to wish to be with there loved ones, it's in human nature" she replied I nodded so many questions were running through my head, but one of them stuck out the most this whole time I had forgotten but now I want to ask her "do you blame me for that day when I was six and you ha hurt yourself" I wasn't sure what i wanted to hear back apart of my wanted her to say yes but another part of me wanted her to say no.
But what she said shocked me right out of my buddy bed socks. "Dylan, I don't blame you at all I blame your dad, in fact your father and I haven't always seen eye to eye, but we have kept strong because we didn't want you growing up with only one parent, I'm so sorry to tell you like this, but it had to be said". I wiped a tear that escaped out of my eye away, looking down I thought about what she said of courses dad was the reason except I kinda felt bad for dad I mean he probably didn't mean anything he did, it's just human nature to make mistakes.
When I looked up mum was no where to be see, I turned my head from left to right to see if she had moved from her spot to walk around but she was nowhere, I finally are to my senses and realised that the time I had with her was limited so I have to cherish every second, minute, and hour I have with her. And with that I closed my eyes letting darkness consume me but not forgetting the warm and cold feeling running through my back meaning mum was still here, I just couldn't see her.
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أدب المراهقينDylan Stone was an ordinary boy, living in an ordinary home, with an ordinary family. That was until one day when his mother became sick. Fallen and crushed he found himself in a black suit, standing in the rain, with his father beside him, as the t...
