The Life of Lilac Hill

Chapter seven: Mom?

"Hey lilac, I heard what happened...and I'm sorry. My family sends condolences." Sarah says to me when I see her in the hall.

"Sorry about your mom." Some kid that I don't even know whispers.

What are they talking about?

I go through my classes constantly hearing things like this. I met up with Chris at the end of the day.

"How was your first day back at school?" He asks. Before I can answer, the football jocks walk up.

"Hey lil, uh, I heard about your mom...and I'm sorry..." Tyler says. That's when I lose it.

"WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING SORRY ABOUT MY MOM!? SHE IS SITTING AT HOME RIGHT NOW ALIVE AND WELL. AND IF YOU PEOPLE-" Chris puts his hand over my mouth.

"She's still trying to get over it." He says before dragging me to his car. "What the hell was that lil!?"

"Everyone keeps saying stuff about my mom being dead! She's not! She's at home! Alive, I may add!"

"Lilac..." Chris says looking at me, he looks concerned..."your mom died the day that Hummer hit you..."

I stare at him. "You're lying! SHE WAS STANDING IN THE LIVING ROOM WHEN YOU WERE THERE THE OTHER DAY AND YOU TALKED TO HER AND NOW YOURE SAYING SHES BEEN DEAD FOR THE PAST TWO MONTHS?! I can't believe you!" I pull out of his grasp and start walking home.

By the time I reach my front door, my makeup is smeared and I feel like crap.

I push open the door...."Mom?"

There isn't an answer.

"Lilac?" My dad says walking up to me.

"Daddy, is Mom dead?" My voice breaks.

"Honey, she's..." He stops and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"She was here dad...I saw her....I talked to her. I watched her have conversations with all of you! She was here!" I break down again, crying. My dad stays silent...he shakes his head.

"She wasn't..."his voice is rough and gravely. He pulls me into a bone crushing hug, but at that moment I don't care, because he's the only family I have left...

~~~two days later~~~

I didn't go to my moms funeral. It was held the day before I came out of the coma. Daddy took me to her grave, but I wouldn't get out of the car. I stared out the window of my room. I haven't talked to Chris since I yelled at him, he won't answer my texts. I refuse to go to school, or come out of my room for that matter. My dad brings me food, but most nights I ignore it. Sometimes, after daddy has gone to bed, I climb out onto the roof, or walk down the street. Tonight, my walk led me to Chris's house. I get a sinking feeling, I start crying. I knock on his door. He opens it and stares at me, standing in pajamas, on his front porch, crying my eyes out, and then he hugs me. And he doesn't let go.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" I mumble into his t-shirt.

"Shh...it's not your fault. It's okay...." He hugs me tighter. Chris pulls me inside and makes me sit on the couch. When he comes back into the room, he has a few blankets and some popcorn. I reach for the blanket but he pulls it away. I stare at him.

He holds up a finger " wait a sec." He throws one blanket on the couch and sets the popcorn on the table, then he takes the second blanket and wraps in around my shoulders. I look up at him, and he's smiling weakly.

"Why'd you do that?" I whisper

"Because," he says taking my hand." That's what my mom does to me when I don't feel good, and I know when you aren't feeling good."

I scoot closer to him on the couch and he wraps his arm around me.

"I'm sorry...for yelling at you. I thought she was....I mean she was there. I saw her. I talked to her and then...." I say

"I know. It's a mental condition. I was researching it....basically when you get hit hard enough in the head, it can cause confusion, amnesia, and serious halutionations. The side effects can last for hours or months, or sometimes years." Chris says

"What I saw....it wasn't a halutionation. It was my mom. It was her spirit. She was there and only I could see her, but everyone else felt her there. Alicia told me she did...." I look into his sea-blue eyes as I say this. He believes me. I know he does. He has too.

"Okay." He says.

"Okay..." I grab the remote and flick through the channels.

That was the last night I ever spent with him....

The next morning, I called my dad. Telling him I was at Chris's house and that I was fine and that no, we didn't "do anything" Chris drove me home and I kissed him, long and hard, before I got out of the car.

"I love you." I said

"I love you too, beautiful."

I walked up to my house and before I got to the steps, my brain stopped working. My entire body shut down. My dad, Chris, nor the paramedics were fast enough. I was dead before I hit the ground.

Remembering this event, makes me sad. But I can't cry. Not in ghost form. I've watched over my dad, and Chris, for the past six years. My dad cries, everyday, for his daughter and his wife. He senses me in the room, I know it, because he looks right at me, yet, he doesn't see me. Chris is the same. He hasn't dated, hasn't talked about dating, and says he doesn't plan to be with anyone ever. Every morning, he says he loves me, and he misses me, and that soon, we'll be together again. And every night, he looks at the gun in his desk drawer, but can't find the courage to pull the trigger. Adrianne has a shrine of me on her wall now, pictures I didn't even know people took, also because she was on the yearbook, our high school yearbook is in memory of me. Outside of ValleyView is a bench with my name on it. As each year passes, the more people go on with their lives, the more people forget me. Today, there is sadness. Because today, would have been my 21st birthday. My dad, Chris and Adrianne all sit around a table, and sing happy birthday. Chris blows out the candles then they sit there. They never eat the cake, every year it sits in the kitchen until it molds and they have to throw it away.

The next morning, my dad hears Chris's name on TV.

"The note said, 'I'm sorry, but I have to be with her. It's been long enough. I'm sorry." The reporter says.

That day, two people join me in the afterlife. First Chris, who pulled the trigger, and then my dad, who had had a heart attack when the note was read. I tell them that I heard them talking to me. That I heard everything they have said over the past six years. My dad says he loves me and that he wishes we were both still sitting at home. Chris touches my face and kisses me. My mom appears.

"I've waited for you." She says kissing my dad.

The four of us hold hands, and walk through the gates, into heaven.

~~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~

I'm very sorry if any tears were shed during this chapter. I am truly very sorry.

I hope that you all loved this book to pieces and I want you to know that I love you for reading this.

Be happy,

~k_winchester~