Behind Hazel Eyes

Chapter Five

Chapter 5

"Kiera? Are you okay? I saw you leave school." She said with much worry in her tone.

"Umm, not really." I told her everything. From waking up in the middle of the night looking for my dad to my mom being in an accident. I was crying the whole time, I fact it would surprise me if she got half of what I said. Once I was finished there was a pause.

"I'm coming over right now." She said worry and sadness in her tone.

"Okay." I said weakly.

In about ten minutes she was knocking on my door. I quickly jogged over and opened the door. She immediately pulled me in for a hug. It was exactly what I needed. I could feel her tears dripping on me. I let go and started crying once again. She grabbed me and led me to the couch.

"What are you going to do? I mean you can't live here by yourself." She sad slowly.

"I don't know. I haven't even thought about it. I can't think about it." I said tears slowly engraving paths down my face.

"You have to."

"I just can't... I don't know what to do, I'm afraid Soph. I am so scared of what will happen to Kylie. I don't know what to do." I said through many tears, my voice was not steady at all. I was shaking and breathing heavily.

Sophie stood up and went to the kitchen. When she returned she had two mugs in her hands. She carefully handed me one.

"Here, drink this. Careful though it's a bit hot."

"Thanks" I said in almost a whisper. I sipped the warm drink slowly, making sure to enjoy every sip. The silky chocolate spread through my mouth, down my throat, and through my veins. My body warmed and relaxed a bit.

"Don't underestimate the power of Hot Chocolate." Sophie said with a hint of joy. She loved to make hot chocolate. Once when I was younger, I was on the soccer team and so was Sophie. On the week it was her turn to bring in a snack for after the game, she made twenty cups of creamy hot chocolate. It was actually perfect because it was a very rainy day. But she was so proud of herself. I have always loved that about her. She reminded me that even the simplest things in life, the smallest things, can help you relax and feel better. The simplest things can give us the most.

We talked for another hour about how life isn't fair. Then she said she had to get home. She gave me a hug and left.

I sat on the couch and ate chips while watching TV until my eyes started to droop. I went to bed in my mothers room, it took forever to fall asleep but after about two in a half hours of staring at the ceiling I drifted into a dream.

I am standing alone on a concrete plate that seemed to be floating. I could see nothing but white beyond the plate. I turned in a circle trying to find something, anything. After a while I stepped up to the edge of the plate peaking off into the abyss below. I feel a slight wind and before I know it I am being blown off the plate into the unknown. While I fall pictures flash in front of me. Pictures from my childhood, of my mother and Kylie, of when my life was simple and I was happy. But then they turn black, the pictures of my mother turn into nightmares. Ugly, scary nightmares. Her face starts drooping like it's melting off. Slowly her face sinks and disappears, all that is left is bones. A skull. And it's true, that is what my mother will be soon, nothing but bones. I scream as loud as I can. Suddenly the fake world starts to fade, it fades to nothing but blackness. Then I wake up, sweat trickling down my face. My throat is sore, probably from screaming.

I check to make sure Kylie's is still sleeping and luckily she is. She looks so calm, as if this day never happened. If only it didn't. I know when she wakes up we will have to talk about where we will stay, and with who.