The Worst Year Ever

Breakfast

Sunday July 8th, 2012

Week 2

Breakfast

For the first time in a week, I woke up to the sweet smell of fried eggs and toast and bacon. The delicious smell had my stomach growling in hunger. I leaned up in my bed and sniffed the sweet smelling air. I followed the intoxicating smells downstairs and into the kitchen where I saw Mom up for once and making breakfast.

She turned to me and she still looked upset and depressed but she at least seemed to be trying to hide it. "Good morning, Helen. Are you hungry?" She must have been able to read my confused expression because she then said, "I decided to get up and make breakfast this morning. Is that alight?"

"Yeah," I say, still confused, taking a strip of freshly cooked bacon off of a plate and taking a bite.

Mom sighs in defeat. "Well, the truth is, Helen, that I realized that crying is not going to bring Skylar back. What happened, happened and there's nothing we can do to change it. Skylar wouldn't want me to walk around and being upset. She would want me to at least try being happy and living my life and she would want me to be here and be strong for you. I realized that just because I lost one daughter and am incredibly upset because of it, doesn't mean that I should forget that I have another daughter who is still living and who needs her mother."

"Wow, thanks, Mom, but I've been okay," I assure her. And I really meant it. I wasn't just saying it to make her feel better, but I really have been fine. Unlike her, I've had Skylar by my side to help me through the tragedy of her death, and she makes it really easy.

I look over to a plate that help a ginormous mound of scrambled eggs on them, and I look back at Mom. She evidently noticed where my eyes just wandered and a few tears start to escape from her eyes, as she says, "I know it seems silly, but it just didn't feel right to make you and me breakfast but not make a plate of scrambled eggs even though they won't be getting eaten." She sniffs a little at this point and she turns away from me so that I won't see her start to cry.

Mom looks back at me and smiles very watery smile, and I see Skylar appear behind Mom's back and she is eyeing the plate of scrambled eggs that would have been hers with a very hungry expression in her eyes and I can't help but smirk at the look in her eyes. She so wants that plate of scrambled eggs right now and I can't help but laugh and feel sad at the same time.

At the sound of my laughter, Skylar turns her head to glare at me and Mom looks confused again and she turns her head to look behind her and see what I was laughing at and then she looks back at me, with a look that is a cross between worrisome and curiosity.

I just smile at her before taking my plate and bringing it up to my room to eat. When I enter my room, I see Skylar sitting on my bed, smiling at me. "Mom is totally starting to think you're crazy," she laughs. "You better watch your step around her from now on or she might seriously get you help."

"Yeah, and it's all your fault," I laugh with her, a little tiredly. I plop down on the edge of my bed next to Skylar and start eating my breakfast, and I see Skylar look at the plate jealously. I look at her and ask, "Is it offensive if I eat in front of you?"

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I just miss it, and my scrambled eggs down there looked really good."

"I know. I saw you staring at them. I thought you were about to dive into the plate," I laugh.

"Ha ha," Skylar mocks laughter.

"So, you figured out the big mystery of your death yet?" I ask her.

"Nope," she says.

"You're bad at this," I tell her, laughing.

Skylar rolls her eyes and immediately starts getting defensive. "I am not! This is actually really hard and it doesn't help that I don't know where to start and that I didn't know that there was actually supposed to be a reasoning behind my death at all. I mean, I thought that people die and that's that. There's no reasoning behind it, they just dead."

I smile through my mouthful of fried eggs.

"And I'm sorry, but I beg to differ. I actually think that I'm getting very good at this," she says, smugly.

"Oh, yeah," I say after swallowing. "And how do you figure that?"

"Well, for one thing, how tired do you feel right now?"

I have to think about it for a minute. "Well, I feel a little tired but it's not that bad."

"You see?" Skylar says. "I've been getting better at showing myself to you, and I've been getting better at saving your energy so I use as little of it as possible. I just still can't seem to show myself to anyone else. Oh, and I still don't know why God told me to keep an eye on you. I mean, when he first told me that, I thought you were like in danger or something, but you seem perfectly fine to me, so I still have no idea what that's supposed to me--" Skylar disappears in midair again, completely cutting off her sentence.

I am confused for a moment but then I quickly spin around and I catch a glimpse of golden blond hair whipping out of sight and I know that Mom was just listening to me "talking to myself" at the stairs.

This is getting really annoying.