MINE

Chapter 1

My body tingled and my eyes opened wide to view a dark and foggy road. I was standing in the middle of it. It was cold but I could bare it. Something wasn't right. My head was dizzy but my vision clear. Was this really what I was seeing? I didn't want to believe that, but it was true. This couldn't be happening. I could see her so clearly it's as if I was really there, but I wasn't. I knew I was dreaming.

It all felt too good. Like she had never left me and all the things that had brought me to where I was today never happened. I felt happy but uneasy, it's partly how I knew this was a dream. Other than the fact that my mom is dead. It's obvious that my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Mom?" I called out. She stood there frozen in the fog.

No response. Her dark hair fell in front of her face and covered her eyes. I could hear quiet sobs escaping from her.

"Mom, I'm here." I spoke aloud. I moved closer to her.

She looked up at me and I was taken back. This wasn't my mom. Or at least, not the mom I remember. She was younger. She was youthful. She was a kid. I've seen pictures of my mom when she was young, but of course she was older when she had me. The uneasy feeling I had was growing. I stumbled back and took caution.

Why I am seeing her this way? The image of her began to get fuzzy. I was now suddenly watching her walk away from me. She was limping, was she hurt? I started to hear choking sounds. Turning in circles desperately trying to figure out where they were coming from.

When I had turned around one last time I saw it. There was a car pile up right in front of me. Snow on the ground and wind pushing me away, I had to fight to walk myself there. I could hardly make out what exactly I was looking at. Dark red liquid oozing onto the ground, pale white figures in the surrounding cars, none of which were moving.

"Help!" I heard a familiar voice coming from inside one of the cars.

I ran to open the closest car of the bunch and I instantaneously started floating to the sky. What was happening?

I watched as the young version of my mom got into the car and started pulling a man out. Followed by a women who looked to be dead. Then it hit me. It was me. The young girl, the person who looked just like my mother when she was young, was me. This was it. I was dreaming about the exact moment my mother died.

I shot up from my bed, awake now. Cold sweat was dripping from my forehead. I looked around now understanding that my dream was after all really just a dream. For a moment I had thought that I was back there, living through that tragic memory again. My head now aching I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It's over now. It wasn't real.

It had been years. 6 to be exact. Since my mother had died in that car wreck. The man that was pulled out of the car was my father. I was the young girl who pulled them both out. I stood up and looked in the mirror. I really did look like my mom. Dark hair, dark eyes, and I even took after her paleness. It made me sad actually, knowing that I'll never see her again but I am forced to look at the young image of her everyday.

I lost her when I was 10, my father had been drinking and somehow managed to hide it that night. Maybe we were just used to the smell of liqour that we didn't think twice about it when we got into the car. We were headed home from my birthday party and on the way home my dad lost control of the car, causing us and 7 other people to crash. My mother wasn't the only one who died that night. They all did.

I was taken away from my father. I've been in foster care ever since. This is my 5th foster home and I think this might be my last. The family is nice and understands that it won't be much longer now until I age out of the system. I've been here for almost a year, I've made friends at school, and have bonded with my foster sister. She's the same age as me.Speaking of school I was going to be late. I quickly grabbed some clothes to put them on, along with some mascara, and ran down to the kitchen. My head still aching.