Scarred (Wattys2017)

Chapter 15

I stared at my deceased mother and almost went as pale as her white skin.

She smiled.

"Hello, daughter."

I felt the tears fight to fall but I held onto the little consciousness I still had that held me up while I also fought, only I fought to stay standing on my two wavering legs and feet.

Petery looked at me and looked at my mother-no, not at her, past her, like she wasn't there but something was there still that he couldn't see.

I wanted to smile and say it was nothing but I couldn't.

I couldn't do anything other than hold back the tears I didn't know I still had since that day seven years ago.

There were so many emotions that my body didn't know which one to pick.

I was overjoyed to finally see my mother again but I was also sad to remember how she died.

I was confused as to why she was here but was hoping that she wouldn't leave soon.

I was relieved to see that the Devils I knew hadn't gotten to her but...

My body didn't like those so it chose to be scared.

Scared that she was here for a reason I didn't want.

Scared that she would turn on me.

Scared that she would just lead my father here and betray me.

Scared that she wasn't really my mother and was just my pure imagination that revealed my true wish of having my mother back.

That's when I let the tears spill and she vanished.

I dropped my head and fell to my knees.

I cried into my hands and Petery hugged me, telling me that it would be alright even though he didn't know what was wrong in the first place.

While I was crying, though, I saw a piece of paper on the ground with familiar handwriting, handwriting I hadn't seen in a long while.

I smiled.

Guess it wasn't my imagination...

...because she had left me an important note that I would never forget.

(Short but it's something -Annevious)