Forever

Chapter 8

"How old are you?" I questioned.
"15, almost 16. Why?"
"Oh, I was just wondering, because you can drive. I'll be 15 in a week."
"Cool, well, happy early birthday."
"Thanks."
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am. Are you?"
"Yeah. You should get settled in, and go to sleep."
"Okay."
"I'll be in my room, if you need me."
"Ok. Goodnight."
"Night."
He walked out of the room, and closed the door. I picked up my bag and opened the dresser. I dumped the clothes in a drawer, and closed it. I put the bag in the closet. I opened the drawer again, and I grabbed some pajamas, and put them on. They're pink, with white polka dots on them. I discarded the clothes that I was wearing in a laundry basket, that I saw sitting in a cornor.
I walked to the bed and pulled the blanket off. I laid down on the bed, and covered up. The truth is, I'm exausted. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
My mom came in the front door, carrying a brief case. I ran up to her and hugged her.
"Mommy, I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too, babygirl," She said back.
"Why were you gone so long??"
"I died, remember?"
"What? Mommy what are you talking about."
"You killed me."
"Mommy, you're scaring me..."
"Why did you kill me, marie?"
"Mommy!"
"Why did you kill me......"
My mother disappeared, and I dropped to the floor, crying.
"MOMMY!" I cried.
"Why did you kill me, marie?"
"Come back. Mommy don't leave me again."
"It's all your fault."
"Mommy...don't leave..."

I woke up. David was sitting next to me. He was clearly worried. A look of confusion passed across my face. Then I realized I was crying. I shot up from the bed, and hugged david.
"My mother...shes...I..I killed her.." I stuttered.
"Marie?? What are you talking about?" David said.
"It was my fault. My mom is gone...because of me. She's gone..." Tears poured down my face.
"Marie, no! It is not your fault."
"I miss her so much. She's gone.."
"It's ok. You are ok."
David hugged me. I said, "I'm ok.."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you david."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Because, you're here. You're real. You care."
"Of course I care."
I wiped my face off.
"Are you hungry?" David asked.
I nodded.
"Ok, breakfast is downstairs. Get dressed and come down whenever you're ready."
"Ok."
He hugged me one last time, and stood up. He walked out of the room, closing the door.
I stood up and went to my drawer of clothes. I picked out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and a blue tshirt. I put on blue flip flops, and put my hair is a high ponytail. I opened the door and walked downstairs.