A month later
"Harley I think that if your brother has moved on from the incident then you surely can too" my counselor tells me.
"I have a right to mourn" I mutter. I look like a mess but I couldn't care less. It's true. Jordan has moved on. He'd gone back to school last week and is acting like nothing ever happened. Me on the other hand. I haven't been eating properly, sleeping and haven't gone back to school yet.
"You have to think about your education" she says.
"What about my mom. She's dead. I deserve to get some time to think about her. Or are you going to take that away from me" I say to her, my voice lacking no confidence. If there's one thing I'd gained during this was confidence.
"Your mom wouldn't want you to mourn. She'd want to to learn" she says.
"Well my mom didn't want to die either so let's just keep things at that" I say as I get up. This counseling is bullshit. I walk to the door and am surprised when she doesn't stop me.
"Also the police still haven't found out who did this to her if you were wondering. So the person that killed my mom is walking around guilt free without knowing that they've ruined my life" I say to her before I walk out, not waiting for a response. A tear slips down my eye but I immediately wipe it away. While doing so, I bump into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going" I say harshly to them. I look up to see Jordan. What is he doing here.
"What're you doing here Jordan?" I ask him. I've changed a lot. My attitude lacks no rudeness. But my voice changes when I see that it's him.
"Let's just take you home" he says to me. I have no energy to fight with him so I leave him no response as I start to walk with him to his car. He'd also learnt how to drive after it happened. I take a seat in the passenger seat.
He gets in then starts to drive.
"How did you do it?" I ask him as I look out of the window.
"Do what?" he asks me back.
"Move on so fast" I say to him. He thinks for a minute before giving me an answer.
"Mom wouldn't want me to waste my life mourning. I do miss her a lot but I can't protect you that well if I'm going to be mourning" he says.
"I'm meant to be looking after you though. I'm such a shit sister" I say to him.
"You've looked after me my whole life. It's time for me to return the favor" he says.
"That's really sweet. I don't think I can move on though" I say to him. I miss my mom. Even though she was always working, it was to provide for us and to make sure we'd have the best life.
"It'll take you some time. The only reason I moved on was for you. Maybe school could be the distraction you need" he says.
"But it's too soon" I say to him. I sniffle a little. I'm sick too. Because of the sleep and the food that I haven't been getting. I've also put in some weight which is a little weird but I couldn't care less about that stuff.
"It's never too soon. Just think Harley. What if you were to," he pauses for a second, " die too. You'd want me to move on right. So imagine how mom would be feeling right now. She wouldn't want to see you like this. Just come back to school. I'll look after you" he says.
"Fine. But it's been one whole month and the case is still open. They haven't caught the person who did this Jordan. That makes me feel so shitty" I say to him.
"The lady promised us. We just have to wait" he says. We're home now.
"We've been waiting for a month Jordan. They've given up. They don't care" I say to him before I unlock the door and go to my room. I lie down in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why did it have to be mom. We'd rarely see her and now she's gone. The person or people who did this to her deserve to rot in hell. My mom was an angel who's life didn't deserve to be taken away, at least not like that.
"Harley" Jordan says softly. I see him standing by the door.
"I made you some hot chocolate" he says as he passes me a mug. I take it into my hands.
"Thank you" I say to him.
"No problem" he says as he's about to turn to leave.
"Jordan wait" I say.
"Yeah" he stops.
"I'll come back to school tomorrow. Just for you" I say.
"Thanks Harley" he smiles before he walks out. I take a sip from my hot chocolate then place it down on my bedside table. I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my Instagram. I only have it because the police told me if I could find anything suspicious on there. I don't understand because it's their job but I want to do everything I can to bring justice to my mom. I won't let the people who did this get away with this.
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Hey guys. Comment and leave a vote if you think I should continue posting this. It's a bonus chapter just for youu. And because I'm fasting and I'm bored hehe.
