Creak, push, slam.
Mum. She's sitting on the couch.
"Mum? You're alive?"
"No, honey."
"So, you're a ghost?"
"No. But that doesn't matter."
"Okay then."
"Don't worry." Mum says.
"Don't worry about what?"
"Everything. It will all be fine. I know it's hard, but you're a strong girl. Can you get through it for me?"
"Of course."
"I love you, Aubrey. I really do."
"Me too, Mum."
And with that, she's gone.
I stand still for a moment, then realize I need to get my stuff.
I walk around the house, finding my room and putting necessary items into my schoolbag. I do the same with Frank's stuff.
But then I walk into Jamie's room, and there she is, lying on the bed.
My mother's corpse, still dressed in the same blood soaked dress she was wearing that horrible night.
I breathe deeply, trying to stay calm while searching around Jamie's room, but I can't keep my eyes off her.
Mum with the auburn hair.
Mum with the green eyes.
Mum with the purest smile.
Mum with the deep red lipstick.
Mum.
I rush around the room grabbing Jamie's clothes and toys, shoes and storybooks, putting them into his schoolbag-
Creak, push, slam.
Dad has arrived home.
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A Tale of a Mother, a Daughter, a Murder, a Funeral and Pikelets.
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