Illusion (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9: Mother-Daughter Moments

Alexandra's Pov.

I looked at the stranger in front of me. God! I've changed! no scratch that, I have been a new person. I cocked my head to the side, she did the same. Who are you?

I have been in this body for 17 years and I was certain I knew me perfectly; every side, angle and inch of my face; every thing I do when Im unconsious; the things I like and loath; things that make me happy and things that make my blood boil. But as I look at that...thing that was supposed to be my reflection, me. Im clueless, its nothing but a mystery.

I can see dark bags under her eyes, she was obviously tired. She got scars on her neck who was currently free from its brace, lets not even mention the ugly gash in her abdomen. Now that was usuall, all of that, Ive seen her in an hospital bed both his leg bandaged because she carelessly fell from the stairs, so that wasnt really shocking. The fact that she was paler wasnt shocking either. All of that, was classified as normal in her vocabulary.

What caught my attention was her posture, she wasnt slouching like she usually do in the past. Today she was standing straight, she had her held high and his eyes were odd, they were confident. A word she could never be a few months ago.

The new Alexandra Jones was bold and daring, two adjectives that never seem to fit her in the past, 'anything but that' she once thought. But oh! just look at her now, she was like a gazelle showing off its crowning glory, a lion brave and bold and a tiger fierce and confident. Who would have thought? not me, certainly not her.

And that was not all of that, I was pretty sure she was glowing, with what, its a mystery to me. She was a mystery to me. She had been doing things I never thought she will do. She had been feeling things I never thought I could ever encounter. Its scaring her and its scaring me.

I tore my eyes away from the mirror harshly. What is happening to me?! and how many times have I asked myself that question? I fell to the bed then huffed. Today was the first day of classes and honestly I dont feel like going, I am currently on a phase, I decided to call it that from now on, well what else will I call it?

I was finished getting ready, if you can even call it that. I just literally threw on the first thing I layed my hands on, which was a pair of jeans, a white shirt with an abstract design then my light brown flats. I had my hair braided then comb it again doing a high ponytail. I cant seem to make up my mind.

I stood up then took a deep breath. Without thinking I took the tie on my hair off letting it fall freely on my shoulders. Well I guess your going to fly today. I never really go out with my hair on the loose, but oh well there's always a first time for everything. I jumped out of bed then got my beanie and my bag on table. I head to the door then into the living room, I don't think I'll be eating breakfast today Im not really hungry. Well thats something you wont hear from me everyday.

The whole house was silent. It was actually starting to get creepy. What do you except? the house was always empty, its always just me and my mom. John was always at work, Im not even sure I saw him this week. Well if he's really busy, I wont hold him.

I hear the television in the living room. Its probably playing some history documentary or an old age drama in black and white. That was all they got here, old stuff. I walked to its direction, hearing my flats make contact with the polished floor. I then saw mom sitting on the huge couch, holding his knees that were folded on the couch. He was looking at the tv, just looking, I mean like she wasnt watching that stuff about world war one currently playing on the tv. No, she was just really looking at it. Her eyebrows were meeting like she was thinking hard. Wonder what planet she's currently at. I walked slowly not wanting to startle her.

"Mom" I said in a wisper. She didnt even flinch.

"Mom?" I said a little bit louder. No response. I moved closer we were now inches apart. I was at her right side and she was leaning on the arm of the chair.