Don't mess with her

Chapter 40: Goodbye's the saddest word

(suggestion: listen to the song goodbye's (the saddest word) by Celine Dion for the first part of the chapter)

...ly"..."Emily"..."Emily!"

"what!" I jumped and sat in my bed with my eyes closed. I obviously had to yell at whoever had the guts to wake me up. I breathed and my mind came up with the possible future, murder victim. "Matty if that's you I swear I'm going to chop your balls!"

"Young lady, that's is no way to treat your brothers!"

My eyes sprang open at the sound of that voice.

My mind was so clouded with questions that I could no focus of the person who was standing next to my bed.

I started to hyperventilate.

This is impossible.

I kept repeating I'm my mind over and over again.

I blinked for what it felt like hours before my sight were completely clear.

I was clearly in my room but everything felt so weird. Like the atmosphere was charged with a lot of energy and it looked slightly foggy. Even breathing felt like if I were in some place else and not in my room.

When I stopped seeing double, I finally came to the realization that my guesses were right...

"I...h-how...w-when...I.." and it has happened, my brain finally gave up on me.

I heard a soft chuckle and my breath hitched again.

"m-momma..." I whispered so soft that I doubted I was even heard.

"Yes baby girl, it's me," she beamed at me and everything around her lit up.

"momma...what-how-why are you here?" I finally managed to ask her.

"Do you recall anything that has happened to you recently?" She asked with a loving smile still gracing her lips.

I cracked my brain searching for any recent memory but it came out blank. I don't remember anything out of the ordinary. I frowned and looked at her.

Wait. My mom's dead...so, does that mean that I'm...

Oh God! I began to hyperventilate again. Am I...dead?

My expression must have given my mom a clue of what I was thinking because she moved quickly and sat by my side and took my hand in hers.

Seconds passed and slowly, my breathing went back to normal.

It felt so real. Her hands were as soft and warm as I remember. This always used to give me reassurance that everything would be okay. I guess a mother truly knows best.

"I've missed you momma." I couldn't help it is when my voice cracked at the end.

She raised her hand and caressed my cheek with her thumb. "I know." She whispered with sadness clouding her eyes. "I've missed you all so much but, it was my time, baby girl."

Her hand went back to hold mine again. She took a deep breath. "But I'm so proud of what you all have become. Oh yes, I definitely keep tabs on you all. By the way, tell Brody that I'm so glad he left that awkward phase when he thought of himself a rapper." I laughed at my mother's remark.

"Trust me, you and all of us are thankful for it." I replied between chuckles.

A silence fell on us after it. It didn't feel awkward at all. It felt so nice to be here with her. Which returned me to my previous question.

"momma...am I...am I dead?" I whispered the last word, thinking that if I did it wouldn't be real.

She looked at me with a loving smile, "tell me something, are you happy? Take your time and really think about it." She looked at me with expectant eyes. "take a deep breath and relax. I want you to really think of your answer."