The Truth

Chapter 8

I woke up from my bed with the sheets covering me.

Huh?

Was I dreaming the whole time?

Mom is still alive!!

I immediately jumped out bed and headed downstairs , hoping it really was a dream.

Hoping that she was just downstairs cooking food or sipping her coffee.

I made my way to the kitchen and peered in...

She wasn't there.

No no , she's just in her room.

I went back upstairs and made my way at the entrance of her door.

I was hesitating for a bit to knock on her door.

Since I don't wanna know if she was still there..... Or not.

I raised my right hand to knock on her down, I noticed I was shaking already.

Knock

No answer

Knock knock

Still no answer

"M-m-mom? A-are you there?"

My voice was shaking.

My heart sunk when I didn't hear her say a thing or either groan.

Maybe shes just really tired.

I brushed off the thought of her dying.

I grabbed the door knob and turned it.

It was unlocked.

I went inside and slowly walked towards her bed.

It was dark so I can't see that well, I can't tell if she was lying on the bed or not.

I shake the lump that was forming on the bed. "M-mom?" I croaked out.

She didn't respond, so I slowly uncovered the comforter.

Horror struck me as I saw it wasn't her.

It was just a bunch of pillow.

Work, maybe?

Hehehe...

A tear fell from my eye and I wiped it off as soon as I noticed it trickle down my cheek.

I breathed in and out as I went downstairs and got near the living room , I heard two voices talking.

I recognize their voices immediately and immediately sprint my way inside.

My eyeballs almost popped out of its socket as I saw the boy from the park and Dominic.

I wasn't dreaming?

"Wha-what are you doing h-here?"

My voice shaking and scared.

Mom...

"Mis--"

I cut Dominic off.

"Where's mom!!!???"

I shout at the top of my lungs at him.