You light me up

Coffee Please

"I just got the chills dude," Sandra smacked me. "Ow what someone died in here aren't you freaked."

"Let's go upstairs," I gave her an are you crazy look before we went upstairs anyways. The house looked modern on the inside, the furniture was beautiful and expensive looking. Although there was a small layer of dust on most things meaning no one really ever did come in here or did every once in a while.

"Do you think Lauren ever sold the house?" I asked Sandra.

"I don't know," she said walking into one of the rooms. There was a lonely bed, nothing else. No pictures, no clothes, no nothing. In another room the flooring wasn't even there, it was stripped down to the pure cement. I looked down and took a deep breath.

"Please god tell me that's spilled wine," I told Sandra pointing at the faded red spot near the bed.

"I know you know what that is. Sometimes blood just stains even after years pull yourself together, come on let's go in the back yard," she said looking at the stain too. The door to the back opened easily too. But the thing we noticed was an empty wine glass sitting on a worn out table. The sun really discolored this.

"It looks fresh, what if Lauren really did come by here," She looked at me.

"Well if she did and she's not here them she MUST be at the cemetery. Come on we have to be quick." We raced back to the fence and practically threw ourselves over it before getting in the car.

"Took you guys long enough what'd you find," Chris asked.

"Creepy stuff and a glass of wine that looks fresh, we're going to the cemetery," I said pressing on the gas. The ride wasn't long and we got to the cemetery quickly.

"Whoa. How are we going to find her now, this place is huge and not to mention its cold and dark now."

"There's also creepy fog like in the movies. One of us is going to die and I hope it isn't me," I said. Sandra smacked me.

"Let's just make ourselves known so we don't scare her," Sandra said.

"But I didn't bring a sweaterrrr,"Kara whined. I laughed and dragged her out anyways. We walked to the gates and looked at each other before walking in.

LAUREN'S POV*****

I didn't know where to go. Right now I was on my own, and my chest hurt. I know she didn't mean it but she hurt me,bad. I was driving in the direction of nowhere but slowly I started making my way to the airport. There was on place I needed to go and that was the only place I preferred to be nowhere near. I bought my ticket and waited hours for my flight. When it finally arrived I got in and thanked the attendant for my water.

"Long day?," she asked, I looked at her

"Long, life" I said in a not so humorous way but she understood.

"What are you up to in Colorado?"

"Visiting family," it wasn't a complete lie. I could visit family without having them be alive. The attendant and I chatted for a while on and off while she worked until we arrived in Denver. I bid farewell to Vanessa the attendant and make my way off the plane. I'd called ahead for a rented car so that it could be there by the time I arrived. When I did get to the airport they brought the car around for me and off to Greeley I went. The ride was long in my opinion and it didn't take long for me to remember where my old place was. When I pulled up I parked along the sidewalk and walked to the gates. I opened it and locked it behind me. It's been years since I walked on this driveway and didn't think I ever would again.

"Welp, Lauren here you are," I said out loud to myself as I walked to the door. I walked through the house I never really left, the memories of it are always in my mind. I could never bring myself to sell it, it belonged to my mother and I needed a part of her around. I felt really tired and decided to sleep the rest of the day off and tomorrow I'd take my actions in.

*RING RING RING* I snapped awake at my phone going off. I didn't feel like answering in that moment so I turned it off and went down stairs. There was a bit dust on everything and I wouldn't be staying long enough to want to clean it but I should really call the cleaning crew more often. Grabbing my keys I decided to get breakfast out of town. The drive was short and I found myself in a small diner. After breakfast I tried to convince myself to go to the cemetery but I wanted more time, I needed more time. The day was spent driving around near big hills. It was dark by the time I got home and I felt so unproductive. I cleaned off the couch that sat under a plastic cover. Looked the same as when I was younger, and if I remember correctly it should be very comfortable. I couldn't sleep in my old room, it was too much.

The next morning I spent my time outside sitting under a huge tree in the backyard. I reminicined about the good times I had with my mother when my father was away. I'd climb this tree and hide from her whenever she asked me to clean and she never did find me. I read books up here and ate candy away from my parents. After a while I decided it was time to face the facts and went inside. I made my way down to the cellar the only way I knew and found bottles of aged wine. After pouring myself a glass I made my way upstairs, even though I know I shouldn't. Slowly I sipped my wine as I walked through the rooms, each was as empty as I left them after everything. I asked to have all the furniture and extras moved to the cellar or the attic. There was only one room by now that I hadn't walked into and I refused to do so. I turned my back to it and went straight to the backyard again. Everything was flooding back into my mind and the smell was so familiar besides the dust. I sat on a worn out chair and finished my wine, I put my glass down and left. I had another place to go.

The ride was short and the sun would be going down in a few hours. When I got out of the car I was overwhelmed like I was the first time I stepped foot in this cemetery. I pulled my coat a little tighter to my body and I walked past the long rows of headstones and flowers, until finally I arrived. She had no flowers or decorations, I never made it here to visit but I needed her now. I stared at the headstone that read "Laura James, Beloved mother,daughter,and friend" There was an old picture of here also put into the cement. Looking at her smile and couldn't help but let a tear fall. I brought my hand to touch the stone. "Mom I miss you so much. I am so sorry I let you die." The next few hours passed while I told my mom my life story. I wish I could hug her, I wish I could remember what she sounded like, I only remember what she smelled like. Always sweet cotton candy, I started buying the same perfume she had when I got older. I won't let myself forget her. It was getting dark and I decided to leave and promise to visit her yearly. As I walked back I stopped at another grave "Anderson James, Gone but never forgotten" I looked at it for a few minutes. "Thanks for nothing dad" was all I said before leaving.

"What can I get you dear?" the lady asked. I didn't look at her.

"Coffee please," I said. She left for a minute and quickly came back with my coffee.

"Here you go sweetie," I looked up and smiled at her. "Well I'll be damned. Those girls were right." I gave her a confused look.

"Excuse me?" She smiled and quickly made her way around the counter with open arms.

"Oh sweetie," she said with tears in her eyes. She put her arms around my neck and Slowly and hesitantly put my arms around her. Wait a minute.

I'm sorry this chapter seems boring. My next one might also be this way, I'm trying to find a way to create this so bear with me please. Thanks for reading guys I hope you enjoyed the chapter. As always stay safe, stay healthy. Please vote, comment, and share. I appreciate you guys.