Despair (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3 - Amia

Chapter 3 - Amia

       The next morning I woke up with a kink on my neck from sleeping on the couch. Half asleep I dragged myself to the kitchen for some coffee. To my surprise, I didn't like black coffee like Ian had said it was actually to bland and bitter for me . Emptying my mug of flavorless coffee, I decided to make some hot chocolate. Sitting on top of my counter sipping on my delious warm drink, I thought about the dream that I had last night.

      A smile made its way to my face just thinking about the old woman who had such a kind face. I wonder who she is. Surely I wouldn't dream of an woman I didn't know. Right? There was so much detail in her face, I had to have known her at some point in my past. I needed answers, I needed someone to tell me who I was. Who better then my own mother. Charlie had said my relationship with her was the greatest, but I'm sure whatever it was, we can over look it now.

Calling my personal assitant Julia was the only person that I can go to, to get a number for me. Since I didn't have it in my cellphone. Were things that bad. I guess i was about to find out. Julia worked fast in less then 20 mintues, she called back with a name and number. Amia Young was the name of the person who brought me to this world.

I saved the number under Mother, since that is what she was to me. Instead of calling I stared at it. What if she wants nothing to do with me. I can't think like that. she is my only hope. I pressed the call button before I can convince myself other wise.

"Hello, Young residence. How can I help you." A young teenage voice boomed through my phone. This can't be my mom. "Hello?" She repeated.

"Ye-yeah, Hi may I speak with Amia?" I stuttered gripping the phone.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Her uh daughter." This is were they hang up on me. There was a long pause. "Oh! Ms. Young sorry I didn't recongnize your voice. I'll go get your mother. One moment please." She stated surprised but still stay professinal. She must be a maid of my mothers.

A few seconds later I heard a soft voice I assumed was my mothers. "Penelope?" She questioned almost unsure.

"Hi, Yeah it's me." I asure her.

"Oh god Penny it feels so good to hear your voice." Her voice cracking in the end.

"I'm glad you took my call. " I admitted. "How long has it been since we talked?"

"Its been almost four years." At this point I could hear her crying. " I didn't think you would ever reach out to me." She sniffled.

"I was wondering if I come over and visit." I asked not knowing what to say back. She crying for reasons unknown to me. Telling her about my accident over the phone isnt the best way. This is the type of thing you do face to face. She is my mother after all.

"Yes! yes you can!" She almost immediently answered back. "But.. why now Penelope. Whats wrong?" She questioned, just like every other mother, she also knows when there is something wrong. That or the fact that I randomly call after four years.

"Im fine mom." It felt so strange using that word. "But I need your address Amia." Looking around the plain living i spotted a pen and paper on the counter top near the kitchen. Moving towards it my mother sighed.

"I haven't moved Penelope, I'm still in the same house you grew up in." She stated in a different tone than before.

"I forgot where that is." Isn't that the truth. She gave me another sigh before telling me her address. " Washington?" I whispered to myself.  I'm from Washington. I assumed that I was from here and that my mother was on the other side of town, but no shes on the other side of the country.

"Are you sure that you are okay Penelope?" My mother pried.

"I'm fine. I'll be over in a few days. If thats okay with you." Hopeing she wouldnt change her mind. 

"No. No its fine. Im glad you're coming over Penny its been to long." I can hear the sadness in her voice. It struck for some reason.

Whipping away a tear that escaped from my left eye, I answered trying to sound strong. "Okay I'll see you in a few days Mom." Not wanting for her to hear me cry I quickly hung up. That might of came out as rude but I didnt want her to think anything is wrong.

My mother Amia was a stranger to me. Just like everyone eles, but hearing her cry filled me with an odd sensation. Like her pain was my fault. I felt guilty, and in that moment I knew that we had a broken relationship because of me.

The why and what I did is still unknown and I intend to find out these things. Im going to Washington with two goals One: to figure out my past and who I am. and Two: To fix my relationship with my mother and to also figure what i did to bring such sorrow in her life. 

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-J