The Blizzard Competition
"Hey, mom." I greeted my mother's grave. "Happy Birthday."
I woke up at around six in the morning so I could come to the cemetery and see my mom. When I woke up I was still in Austin's arms so I had to be very careful and quiet. Thankfully he's a pretty heavy sleeper.
The video we watched from last night played in my head and I couldn't help but let a few tears sleep.
"Why mom?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Why did you refuse treatment? The treatment could've been successful and you would be alive right now." Tears started streaming down my face but I didn't bother wiping them away.
I started singing a song I wrote for her a few years ago.
You used to call me your angel
Said I was sent straight down from heaven
You'd hold me close in your arms
I loved the way you felt so strong
I never wanted you to leave
I wanted you to stay here holding me
I miss you
I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear
Every once in a while
And even though it's different now
You're still here somehow
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you, sha la la la la
I miss you
You used to call me your dreamer
And now I'm living out my dream
Oh how I wish you could see
Everything that's happening for me
I'm thinking back on the past
It's true that time is flying by too fast
I know you're in a better place, yeah
But I wish that I could see your face, oh
I know you're where you need to be
Even though it's not here with me (1)
Once I stopped singing, I gave a small smile.
"I guess I should get going." I stood up and wiped off any dirt from my jeans. "I love you, mom." I started walking away but stopped when I heard footsteps behind me. I whipped my head around to see who was behind me but no one was there.
I continued walking but kept hearing footsteps behind me. Every time I turned around, no one was there. Just when I thought I was clear, I felt a sharp pain come from the back of my hand followed by darkness.
