"I am sorry, so sorry", my mother said while coughing through the smoke.
"No mom, please we can make it", I said through the smoke while frantically looking left and right hoping that a miracle would save us, as my eyes were burning because of the smoke or the tears I didn't know.
"If you get out of here alive, please forgive me Rel", my mother wheezed.
Everything started to become foggy as I screamed for my mother to not give up, to not leave me alone.
I found myself being shook by soft hands that belonged to my adoptive mother. My mind was disoriented when I finally looked into a pair of scared green eyes.
"Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream ? You were screaming."
I looked around my room to organise my thoughts only to find my adoptive father looking at me as if I was a mad man.
This wasn't my first time screaming the house down and He has been worried about my late night scenes and the fact that they never heard me talk about it only increased problems for me.
My mom placed her palm on my cheeks forcing me to look back at her, " Did you have a bad dream?" I could only nod.
"What was it about ? Was it about your mother ? The fire ?" She questioned.
"Stop it Anne he doesn't want to talk . You are clearly barking up the wrong tree." He was frustrated I could hear it in his voice. "It's been a year and he still won't talk, now we are even losing sleep over him."
My mother looked at him in disbelief. I could see he was out of patience He had been for almost three months now .
"Why don't you go back to bed and get some sleep?" She asked him clearly trying to make the situation better. I knew she was waiting for him to leave, she wanted me to talk to her, she tried her best but I just couldn't get myself to talk, every time I tried I choked up, but she never gave up on me.
He let out a sigh and closed the door behind him.
She looked back at me, exhaustion in her eyes, "Don't worry about him. He is just stressed over work."
I tried my best not to cry.
She kissed my forehead, gave me a comforting smile and willed me to lie down on my bed. She hummed an old tune I wasn't familiar with but found immense comfort in.
I finally closed my eyes letting Her soft comforting voice lull me to sleep.
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Cimmerian
Teen FictionI never wanted her in my life to begin with. But once I got a taste of her I didn't want her to leave. I clutched her so tight, trying to hold on to her that I didn't notice what I was doing to her. She was my only shred of sanity. She was the only...
