This is my Time {Complete}

Part 2 : Chapter 7

Maryse's POV ( Allison's mom)

I stared after her, not knowing what to do.

I hate her, I think to myself as I see the last of her dull orange hair streak out through the door frame.

As I begin put my purse on the table, I let out an unexpected sob, and cough as I begin to feel a growing inferno crawling it's way up from my lower abdomen, and spread throughout the rest of my stomach.

My body begins to spasm uncontrollably and my vision begins to blur."How ironic, having my vision and last name do the same thing ,blur.I think, why I'm thinking this at a time like this, I haven't a clue.

After the pain finally subsides, I become aware of the throbbing coming from within my body, like if something is trying to escape. " My life," I say unconsciously.

My senses finally come to focus, and I notice I'm on the dining room tile floor clutching my stomach, while gasping desperately for air.

With trembling hands, I grab at the iron black dining table chair I was sitting on not moments before, and with great difficulty, I hoist myself up.

"Are you Okay?"

I yelp in surprise, as I hear an annoying,yet familiar voice coming from the open front door of my house.

"Oh, hi Louise, I'm okay, just, uh, choked on a piece of gum," I lie casually, trying to even out my breaths.

"Okay, Mrs. Blur, if you say so.... you have a nice day now," my nosy, fifty-something year old neighbor Louise calls out before walking away, a stupid smile sketched on her rubbery wrinkled honey colored face.

"Ms. Blur," I mutter miserably under my breath. " You stupid old hag," I finish.

I trudge up the four feet down the hall, toward the front door, and slam it shut.

Clicking the lock in place, I lay my forehead against the cold, smooth, gently worn hickory wooded, white painted front door.

My thoughts begin to wander, and my knees buckle as the wall within my subconscious, holding my past, my grief, and my sorrow, finally concaves in on itself, and I cry, feeling all of my emotions flood out and drench my very being in a thick, black gunk of my very own concoction of hell.