☆Highest rank #589 Mystery/Thriller 04/04/2018☆
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On the morning of June 23rd, a day after Alisson Berry's birthday, her friends - together with her,
wake up to find that she's DEAD.
At first she is broken , sad and tormented ... not knowing what...
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I spent the rest of the week with Milton again, waiting to pass the time till the school term began, the following week. Every time I hung out with Milton without any interruptions, we'd just talk about our lives and remember stuff.
Well, I spoke about my life and we'd go to one of MY memories. He never said anything about his life.
"Ms Berry," he said, breaking the silence, "can i ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"How'd your mom die?"
"Drugs," I said coldly, trying to prevent the tears from coming out, "cocaine."
"Can i please... see?"
I sighed, "okay," I hissed before giving him my hand and closing my eyes.
I never really knew how my mom passed. I'm the one who found her lying dead on the floor but I didn't know how she died exactly. My dad just said drugs took her, but I know there's more to that than just 'drugs took her life'.
We opened our eyes and we were in my living room with my mom. She looked clean.
She wore a white lace lingerie and was holding a glass of wine, waiting for my dad to arrive while I was at school. She checked her phone and '13th anniversary' popped up. Her smile was so wide, you could tell she was happy about finally getting here.
My dad walked in, "happy anniversary honey!" He screamed, "I got about 3 hours off, and we'll continue tonight."
My mom got up, "you remembered?" She smiled.
"How could I not?" They sounded so happy, "it's been thirteen years."
"Well technically," she sat on the edge of the couch showing off all her assets, "we've been together for 18 years."
"Time flies when you're enjoying yourself," my dad smirked, looking at mom's body.
