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chapter two:
unplanned roadtrips and sleepless nights;
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"Mom. . where are we going? It's kind of late. . I- I think we should just head home." I say, tugging at the sleeves of my jacket.

"Vi, you have to trust me on this! Nothing bad's going to happen as long as you're with me."

I stay silent. She's right. I need to stop freaking out all the time. I sigh, deciding to check my feed as she keeps on driving up a hill that I don't recognize. As she continues to drive us to our death, I sit a little straighter and start looking around me. It was pitch dark and the only light you could see are from the headlights of our car. My stomach starts churning.

Where is she taking me?

Mom slams her foot on the brake and the car comes to a stop. She motions for me to step out of the car and join her outside.

"Mom, it's a bit wet and cold. I don't think it's a good idea walking around this late. Can we just talk here inside the car?"

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a drama queen. It's just a little drizzle, no biggie."

I roll my eyes at her as she sends me a smirk. I climb out of the car and start following her. I hate the woods. It's never fun to be out in the dark. You never know when a massive spider will come and ambush you from above.

I walk as close to her as I can, wrapping my arm around hers like my life depended on it.

Mom stops walking. She turns to face me and the moonlight illuminates her face, her greenish blue eyes staring right at me. I look back at her with identical eyes, only mine held fear and hesitation. She smiles softly, planting a little kiss on my forehead. Her lips are soft and warm against my skin, making me wish she'd never pull back. But of course she did. She places her hands on my shoulder, keeping me in arms length so she could look at me as she speaks.

"Violette, there is nothing to be afraid of. . ." I groan and roll my eyes, not wanting to admit how much I want to be back home right now.

"Mom, I'm nearly eighteen! I don't get scared that easily anymore. Who said I was scared anyway?" I try to keep my cool, trying to keep my voice even. She rolls her eyes at me, her hands leaving my shoulders. I wish she didn't let go. I wish she'd keep holding me until we'd get back home. I wish she'd see right pass my lie; And she had. She just decided to let it go. I really hate to admit it but I actually still get scared of the dark and that I need her to tell me that I shouldn't be because the dark won't hurt me. I still need her to comfort me even when I'm basically a grownup now. Embarrassing, I know.

"Sure babes. . . whatever you say."

She leads me through the woods for another five or ten minutes, I don't know, but this time I didn't complain. I just keep my mouth shut and walk alongside her as close as possible. We somehow got out of the daunting woods and we are now at the top of the hill. She asks me to sit, making me scowl as I look at her.

"Mom, really? It's wet. . . and- and gross." I shudder, thinking of all the unpleasant things I shouldn't be thinking.

"Vi, I'm sure you'll live. Come on, sit with me." She says, patting the dew covered grass next to her.

A sigh escapes my chapped lips as I sit down next to her and rest my head on her shoulders, suddenly feeling exhausted. Mom wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer. I inhale her scent; Vanilla and berries, like always. I don't know how she manages to smell like that all the time, but I love it. I hear her exhale deeply and it feels surprisingly comfortable and warm to be here with her, her arms wrapped around my. I feel as if I could go to sleep right this very moment, the sound of breathes and the faint singing of crickets lulling me to my slumber.

"Vi. . ." She starts, making me spring my eyes open.

"I know it's difficult and scary to think about being away from home and face the huge term college. But isn't this something you always wanted ever since you were little?" She asks and I find myself slowly nodding despite the constant worry brewing inside me.

"You know, you're just like me when I was about your age." She lightly laughs, slightly shifting.

"I am?" I ask, my eyes wide as I lift my head from her shoulder and look at her with curiosity. She never really tells me alot of stories from when she was my age, so this is definitely something.

"Mhhm. When I was young, I always wanted to perform and sing in front of millions of people. I actually kept pretending that I was a singer in our livingroom. Ask Aunt Angela about that." She says, shaking her head at herself as she giggles.

"But when I finally got the chance, when I finally got my big break, I was terrified. I didn't know what to do after that. I thought it would all be all glitter and glam, but it was so different when you finally see it for yourself. I was so close to giving up because of the pressure, but I didn't. I pursued what I wanted more that anything. At first it was a little rocky, but then, as I continue to push through, it came to me easier than how I started. I know it's terrifying and overwhelming to go through a huge change in your life, but trust me when I say everything's going to be okay. Just keep believing in yourself, Vi; Believe in yourself like how I believe in you."

"How can you be so sure? It might have worked for you, but it might not work for me. ." I trail off, looking away from her. She sighs.

"A friend once told me to look up at the stars whenever I'd feel like crap." She pauses, looking at me as she rakes her fingers through my hair.

"You know, those stars were actually people, just like me and you. They lived; made a whole lot of mistakes and achievements. All of them did something they most probably regret still. But look at them now, they're all up there. We look up to them whenever we feel like we need guidance." She says, staring at the brightest star. Sirius.

I lean onto her shoulder, look up and watch the starry night. It's gorgeous. Breathtaking even. Every single star is glistening at me, encouraging me to face my fears head on, but it just does not seem like a secure thing to do. I wanted to ask mom, but as I watch her admire the breathtaking view of the starry night, I decide to keep quiet and let her be at peace.

I try to calm myself and enjoy myself out here in the woods, but it isn't going too well. Eventually, as every daughter's nature, I end up ruining mom's moment by complaining and asking her questions.

"Mom, how do you know that the stars can help me? I- I. . am really anxious about college. I really don't know if it really is the best thing for me. I mean, what if I don't go? Will you be mad at me?"

"Mad? No. Perhaps a little upset that you don't believe in me and yourself, but I'll respect your desicion no matter what, Vi. I just really hope that you'll go as you always wanted, I don't want you to regret your decision twenty years from now. I don't want you to think about the decision you made and how you doubted yourself and wishing that you chose something else. Once time is passed, it can never come back again-'

"Mom? I really appreciate this little pep talk and all, but can we do this in the car? It's really late and it's wet and really. . revolting out here. I don't like the woods. . c- can we please go and continue this later?'

"Says the grownup who claimed to not be afraid of the dark." She chuckles as she pulls herself on her feet, brushing off the dirt on her sweatpants. She offers me a hand and I gladly take it, though I hope she won't notice my hand shaking slightly. She smirks at me as we head back to the car. I guess she noticed. I don't shoot her a sarcastic comment this time, though. I'm just glad we're leaving.