In Another Life

Wind and Oijia

Diane's P.O.V
      I open the window again to get her attention. The minute she looks up, she looks around the room, trying to find the source, which happens to be me.
     I knock off a piece of paper on my desk. My suicide note. Her eyes follow the paper as it flutters to the ground. I then close the window. Her eyes don't leave the note, face down with the her name written on the back.
"DIANE!" she yells.
She runs out of the room crying and screaming. I follow her to her room and sit down on the edge of her bed. The sheets crinkle under me. And she jumps.
"Diane?" She asks looking right at me.
"Jessica." I say back to her. She doesn't hear me, but she does start to cry.
"Please say that's you." she sobs, her words barley understandable.
"It's me." I whisper. I reach out and touch her bare knee.
     She jumps.
"So cold." She cries. A smile forming on her mouth.
"Wait here!" She says, jumping up.
"I'm going to get something!" She runs out of the room, and opens the Attic door acrossed the hall. I don't follow her. I let her do what ever it is she's doing.
     Just as I hear her feet running down the stairs, the front door downstairs opens.
     She is soon visible through the doorframe. Holding a board game in her hand. She quickly runs into her room and hides the game under her bed before I can see what one it is.
"Hey mom." She calls out as she covers herself in my quilt.
"Hi Hun." my mom calls back. My mom.
I run down the stairs, my footsteps unheard.
I see my mom drop her purse on the table beside the front doors. My dad is walking up the stairs already, not even bothering to take off his boots.
"Come on Darl!" My mom says, sounding angry. "You know it will be easy to find another job!" He turns around suddenly, so suddenly it startles me.
"Hannah, I lost my job, because I couldn't father my oldest daughter." He has red eyes and a single tear falling down his cheek. His normally clean shaven face is now scruffy and very overgrown.
"Mom! Dad! I'm sorry!" I cry.
They don't hear me.
"Darl..." My mom moves toward him."it's was a joined thing you know."
"How did we not see it." He mutters.
"We've been over this Darl." They begin to whisper.
"I know."
"I'm going to make supper." My mom says over her shoulder, already walking into the kitchen. My dad doesn't answer, he just continues walking upstairs.
 
"Jessica! You should go to sleep now!" Mom yells from her room. I get up from her desk chair as she comes into her room from the bathroom.
     She sits down on her bed and huffs. I sit down next to her. The blanket makes a noise and she turns towards me with a smile.
"Jessica!" Mom yells.
"Yes mom!" She yells back. She gets up, turns off her light and closes the door.
"Okay, we are going to talk. Tell me please." she turns on the lamp beside her bed. She smiles up at nothing, probably thinking I'm sitting there.
   I move her water glass beside me to show her where I am. She looks at me.
"Sorry." She giggles. She is so excited, you can see it all over her face.
"Ready?" She asks looking in my direction, but not at me. Her hand is on the object under the pillow.
"Three, two, one!" The minute she says one, she pulls her hand out from under the pillow, in her hand is my dad's old Oijia board.
     I look at her, shocked. She really does amaze me. Our dad has told us not to touch that. Ever. What was she thinking. If she gets caught, she will get in alot of trouble.
"Okay." She says, already set up. Her fingertips touching the sliding piece.
All I can think to myself is, this is a bad idea, a really bad idea.
"Okay. First, Diane, is it you here?"
'yes.' I think, not sure if I should move it by hand or think it.
The piece moves down to yes.
I have to think.
"Good." She says, a smile widening on her face, "okay. Can you tell me why you did that?" I don't answer.
"Diane! What did you kill yourself?" A single tear, falls onto the board.
No. I think. The piece moves over to no.
"No? Was it not you who did this?" She asks.
Talk about this later. The piece soon moves.
"Okay. One more question." She takes a deep breath and relaxes.
"Do you miss me?"
More than anything. I think.
She smiles and starts pulling the board away.
"More than anything" I say out loud.
"I miss you too." She says, not hearing what I said, but looking around the room for me.
     I sit down next to her on her bed And she smiles and lies down. I lay down next to her. Both of us looking at her black ceiling like we always used too.
    I look over at her, her eyes are closed and her breathing in slowed. She is a sleep. I smile and pick up her feet dangling over the edge of her bed, and put them on the bed. I grab my old quilt, and cover her with it. I walk into my old room and lay down on my bed, It groans under my weight.
"Jessica?" My mom's voice says from the closet. I freeze. My closet door opens and my mom walks out. She has mascara streaked acrossed her face. She is quietly sobing. She looks at the bed, almost right at me and huffs.
    She walks out of my room, and I can hear her slowly opening Jessica's door.
"Hun, are you awake?" My mom whispers. There is no response. She comes back in my room and sits down on my bed almost right beside me. I try to not move and to not touch her. She picks up a pillow from beside me, her fingers just brushing my leg. She didn't seem to notice.
    She clutches it to her chest and begins to cry. Causing her already runny makeup to drip onto the pillow. She stops crying and lays the pillow on her lap. She tries to wipe the makeup from the white and mint pillow, but just smears it so it's a bigger black mark.
     I want to reach out on touch her so badly, I want her to understand why I didn't tell her what was going on, I want to hug her and for her to hug me back. I want her to laugh at me again, once more, for falling down the stairs, or running into the glass doors. I want my mom back.
    I begin to cry, sorrowfilled cries.
"Mom!" I say. Wiping the snot and tears from my face with the back of my hand.
    She turns around, and stops crying.
"Diane?" She asks surprised.
"You can hear me?" I ask.
"Diane?" She ask again.
"Mom! Answer me!" I cry, "can you hear me!"
"Maybe I'm going crazy too." My mom mutters turning back around.
"You can't hear me?" I ask. She doesn't even flinch.
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