❤ Innocent Rebel ❤

Chapter 47

彡彡彡 And in my dreams I will always find my way back to you.彡彡彡

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Mia
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Weeks pass me by. So much so that, Halloween has come and gone. I barely even noticed. Nothing much has changed. I go through the days in a zombie like state. Not saying much to anyone. Mawmaw finally had enough and forced me to eat an actual meal. That was two days ago.
But for the past four days, it has done nothing but rain.
The weather matches my moods. Dark.
It's the longest storm that L. A. has seen in years. It will probably go down in the record books, its been so bad. But I don't mind it. It just gives me another reason to stay in bed. The thunder booms and the lighting flashes outside. It's ten o'clock. Everyone, downstairs is probably asleep.
I flip through the channels on the TV. Nothing catches my eye.
A pop of lighting causes me to jump. And then everything goes black. The power is out and there is no telling how long it will be before it comes back on. So, without anything better to do, I grab Lex's drawing book and flip through the pages. In the very back is the letter I found. It sill haunts me. Who would know such a personal conversation between Lex and myself? Why would someone remind of something so bittersweet? Who wrote it?
Depression, I have learned doesn't always mean a fit of tears and long naps during the day. It consumes your entire being. Like a disease that you can't always fight off. It grows slowly, like cancer, eating you away bit by bit. And surly I will die from this, eventually when I am no longer strong enough. At least then, I will be with him again.
I lay down his book and then curl into a ball on the bed. Listening to the strongest rage going on outside. Minutes turn into hours and still the power hasn't returned yet. I'm becoming irritated. I cannot sleep. I cannot lay here any longer either. I climb out of bed to walk the halls. As I thought, everyone is sleeping. As I search around for someone to be awake, I notice things. Strange things. Boxes filled with dishes and books. Most of the food has disappeared from the kitchen cabinets and fridge. Pictures and paintings that once lined the halls now have been removed and packed. I slip into John's office.
The painting from above his desk, of Lex's mother, is gone. The room has been packed in boxes and the desk has been taken apart. And it hits me.
John is leaving.
He is leaving us.
I want to be angry.
I want to stay he is a coward.
But I can't.
We aren't his responsibilities.
We aren't even his real family.
Not even his friends really.
So, why shouldn't he leave? There isn't anything keeping him here anymore.
I turn back. Thinking to myself, now we will have to find somewhere else to live. I wander around the house before I end up outside Lex's old bedroom. The only place left where I can stand to be.
I reach for the door knob, giving it a twist, and opening it. And I freeze. The first thing that catches my eye, is the window that is open. Rain pouring in and curtains blowing around frantically. But my eyes don't stay there, as I see a man, dressed in all black standing in the middle of the room. His back in to me and he was looking down at Lexs book that I had left on the bed. He knows I am here as he stands up straight, not moving, not turning around to face me. His hood is up, so I can't see the back of his head or his hair.
I wait, standing still, my hand still on the door knob.
He turns slowly.
And I sigh.
Another dream.
This has all been a dream.
Lex blinks at me and all I can do is look at him and savor these few seconds of my dream. Any second I will wake up and when I do, he will be gone again.
He looks at me as if expecting me to speak but I can't. I have no words. I just miss him. I dare not run to him. I'm afraid to move. I don't want to wake.
So, when he walks towards me, I remain still. Barely breathing. He reaches out to touch my cheek. He is soaking wet and his fingers are like ice on my skin. It feels so real. I lean into his touch. My eyes staying on his.
Lighting flashes outside again. Causing me to jump.
He kisses me before I even see it coming. The touch sends shivers all over my body. And my eyes widen. I shove him away.

"You're real?!"

I must be dreaming, surly I am, but how?

"Of course, I am. What did you think I was?" his voice.

I close my eyes tight. This isn't real! It can't be!

He reaches for me again and I back away. He looks hurt by my actions.

"Mia, it's me! I'm real, baby," he says.

I shake my head. Tears coming on strong. "No, you can't be. We put..... We put you in the ground!"

He grins, that crooked grin, that I have missed so much. "I knew you would be angry, when you found out. But I never thought you wouldn't believe I was alive when I'm standing right here in front of you."

I back away from him. Eventually, bumping into the wall, and I fall to the floor. My head in my hands. Not believing it!
He pushes back his hood and sits down beside me. He trys to comfort me. But before I know it, I slap him. Hard. Right across the cheek. I'm on my feet. Tears falling freely.

"Do you have  any idea what you have put me through?! I thought you were dead! I thought you were fucking gone!"

He stands and comes to me. I push him away. Hitting his chest with my fists.

"You selfish, basturd! I hate you! Why would you do this to me!"

I'm screaming. And I don't care. He simply allows me to hit him until I'm so tired I can't lift my hands anymore.
And then I begin to cry into his chest as he pulls me closer. Petting my hair and saying how sorry he is. I cry until I can't breath.

"I know, baby. I am so sorry. It was the only way. It's all gonna be okay now, I promise. I love you, Mia. I'm here."

(Well, I feel better now that he is back! What about you guys? Hope you all liked it!)