Reacquainted

Chapter 1

While I walk through the woods the last pieces of the golden fall sun disappear over the horizon. Above the howl of a wolf perhaps, I hear it. The voice I've been yearning to hear ever since the accident.

"Silver! Sweetie! Where are you my light Moonlight?"

"Mom?" It can't be "Mommy!" I shriek as I finally see her. My mother. But she wasn't coming toward me, she was walking away.

"Mom! No, don't go. Come back. Where are you going?" I scream.
No you can't go... I just got you back.

I see her turn to come back toward me, I start to feel hopeful, then she says, "What have you done?" She yells as she comes into view more clearly illuminated by the full moon, "You're such a selfish little girl! This is all your fault!" She shouts with a look of disgust on her face in which I realize is bloody and scarred. Her clothes are tattered and limbs look broken and in weird angles. Now that I see her, I can tell that it's mother on the outside with the same cocoa brown skin and long kinky hair in her usual braided ponytail. It's her eyes that are different; they don't have her normal joy and love in them anymore. Now it's just hate and betrayal.

"I know, but don't say that mom, please, I'm sorry" I choke out in a sob, "I didn't mean for this to happen! I- I- I'm sorry."

I can't even get it out with my insufferable crying:

I know that it's fault that she's dead; it's my fault she was in that car with me, and I know it's my fault that I lived, and she didn't, but I don't know what to say.

"Oh, stop that you heinous brat!"

That was the last thing my mother said before she lunged.

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"Silver. Sil wake up" is what I hear as I awaken to a face almost similar to mine- my twin brother Sterling. We have the same honey brown eyes and square jaw that sharp yet smooth and a bit of a baby face. He's shaking me.

"You were screaming again. 'Cept you cried this time." He stated as he wipes the tears from my face and sits down next me as I try to shake off the terror. "Was it about mom again?" Nodding, I get up and start to hop toward the bathroom to get ready for school. When I almost fall on my face, Sterling rushes out and catches me, "You know you ain't gotta go to school right, you shouldn't push yourself. Dr. Remi said to rest and to try not to pop your stitches. So why don't you just go back to sleep? I'll tell Pop you don't feel good and you can-"

"No, I'm sick of sleepin' and not feelin' good. I'm going to school Sterling." With that I grabbed my crutches and head into the hall to the bathroom across from my room.

I don't understand it. How do they expect my to get better and less like this shell of myself if they keep coddling me. Jeez.

"Silver that you?" My dad yelled from down stairs.

"Mornin' Pop" I replied hobbling into the bathroom and realize that I don't feel as sore as usual. I look in the mirror and my cuts and scars that I've had for weeks seems to all be gone. There are no bruises that I pretty sure were there when I went bed last night. There's nothing, my face and arms are spotless, and my skin looks as if it's even gotten clearer and brighter. There wasn't even any achne. 

Huh, weird. I think. Not that I'm complaining.