Emily's P.O.V.
I walked the rest of the way home with questions filling my head. I really want to talk to Harry, I want to feel his touch on my cold skin. I know I should be angry at him but I always end up letting him get away with this. But no, Not this time. Emily, you need to snap out of it. This desperate and needy side if you is not attractive. I reach my home in a matter of minuets. I wonder if Aria told Tyler I live in a care home? I wonder if he would care? I push the door open letting the booming noise push me back. 15 years in this place and I still haven't gotten use to the racket. I close the the door behind me and step into the kitchen. The kitchen was a mess as usual but there was no kids in sight. I rush upstairs to my room, dodging the kids in my way. I reach my room and close the door behind me. I flop on my bed. I haven't said goodnight to my mum in about 2-3 days. Maybe that's why everything has be going down hill?
"Sorry mum.." I whisper into my pillow. I never known who she was. I don't know where she is or how old she is. I don't know her name or how she is doing. Hell, I don't even know if she is alive. But wherever she is, In heaven or on earth, I hope she is thinking about me just like I think about her. The light knock on my door snapped me out of my thought. I sniffed quietly before giving them permission to enter. Appeared at my door was one of the younger kids.
"Sorry, could you tell me ?
where the bathroom is?" His voice was quiet and nervous. He must be new. He looked no younger than 5.
"Down the hall." I growl. I don't mean to be angry all the time but these kids piss me off. He cowered back out the door. God Emily, Why are you so retarded? Even little kids hate you. I smash my head down onto my pillow. I need some rest. Even if it's only 6:45. I Change into some old clothes as my only pair of pyjamas are in the wash. I open my wardrobe door and separate my hung clothes down the middle. I stared straight at the photo of me and my mum taped onto the back of my wardrobe. I suddenly feel relaxed. My tense muscles calmed down and my heartbeat calmed down. I leaned into the big wardrobe and kissed the old photo.
"Sorry mum. Sorry I haven't said goodnight to you for days. I'm sorry that I haven't spoken to you for a while. I'm sorry if you feel like I've forgotten about you which I haven't. I wish I knew where you are. I try to convince myself that I live here now and you won't be back but deep down I know you will be back for me. I just know it. I wish you wouldn't have abandoned me. I don't blame you though. I never hated you for it either. I don't blame you, you seemed quite young in the picture. Maybe 16? I wonder who my dad is? Are you still with him? Anyway, I feel like a weirdo talking to a picture so I'm going to go to bed now... I love you." I feel tears trickle down my cheeks before I close the wardrobe doors. I flop on my bed and fall asleep instantly.
*Dream*
The room was dark. I couldn't see anything besides the lanterns placed in various corners of the room. I try to speak but my voice was nowhere to be found. A moving light approaches me slowly. I want to move, to run away but my body won't let me. I feel like I am glued to the ground. Tears fill my eyes making my vision blurry.
"Don't cry, my child." A sweet and calm voice soothes me. I look up at the figure. Her long blonde hair carelessly flows down her back. She is wearing a Long white dress that seems light as a feather. She was hovering above the ground. The longer I look at her the more I recognise her. She was an exact same girl in my photo just allot older.
"Mu..mum?" I ask. She smiles revealing her perfect tears.
"Are you.. Are you dead?" I feel myself tear up again. My salty tears threatening to spill any second.
"My darling, I am. It is the reason I had to put you in this place. I was diagnosed with a disease. Oh, I wished for the best of you. I just wanted you to be happy and not lead a disappointing life." She smiles warming my heart. "I will always love you and I am always here for you." A single tear rolls down her cheek. She reaches out to touch my cold skin. I move forwards wanting her touch on mine. Her hand cups my face before she disappears.
