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Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

Grief, a new emotion that I was unaware that hurt this much. Sure, I've heard about it, saw it even firsthand, twice with my mother. I used to watch her through her doorway, crying, refusing to eat. I never knew why she would stay in bed for days, weeks even. Then they died and I understand it fully.

When you grieve, you don't want to do anything. You have no desire to eat or do the simplest hygienic things. Your body forces you to go to the bathroom and when you're done. All you want to do is lay back in bed.

Grief, a feeling I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

Dad, Eobard, you were taken too soon. I never imagined living a life without them, not waking up to the sounds of my father on his phone or to Eobard with a plate of eggs sunnyside up. "Ms.Alice," the newest maid peeps. I can tell she is close by her voice. I move down the thousand thread cover and look up to her. She's far too young for this job. She can't be much older than I am.

Eobard's replacement, the caretaker for me. Someone my mother hired, she probably thought since we are the same age, I would come to like her faster. She's wrong, I could care less about talking to her or not. Nothing will replace Eobard.

"Yes?" Her eyes widen when she sees my hair. Newly dyed blonde hair and cut. A short one, even shorter than what I had before I got on the island. A layered bob with a lot of volume that my mother's experienced stylish and she decided for me after coming back home to New York.

She said, the new hair meant a new outlook in life. I didn't care, she could have shaven it all off for all I care.

"Ms. Alice, your mother was wondering if you'll come to lunch with her?"

Lunch? Wasn't the salon trip yesterday enough for our dosage of mother-daughter time she so wanted as of late. I thought her love would dissipate after a month but I was wrong. She's still stuck to me like glue. I should get my own place, I'm twenty-four now, twenty-five in a few days, next week to be exact. Joseph's birthday is soon though. Maybe I should get him something, no. I won't get him anything.

But he would get me something and it's only customary for me to do the same. No, I won't. I'm going to stay here, alone on his birthday and my own. I look up at my ceiling, white, without a single star for me to count.

"Ms. Alice? What do you want me to tell your mother?"

"Tell her I'm sick." I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay here, under these covers while I think about Eobard and dad, the good memories. The birthday cakes, parties, lessons.

I watch as Melissa looks at her shoes. She balls her fist in her dress and looks back up to me. "Ms.Alice... it's been a month. I know you cared about them."

"Be quiet!" I shout without thinking. How dare she speak about them as if they don't matter! Like they are just people you can forget, move on from their deaths as if they were nothing. My father died and so did Eobard, a man who might as well have raised me. "Them? It was my father and the man who raised me, Melissa. I will not listen to you spout about me getting over it. Just because my mother has moved passed them doesn't mean I have."

"I have not moved passed them!" My mother shouts from the doorway. Seven long strides with the sounds of her heeled shoes hitting the hardwood floors of my room. My covers are removed from my entire body. "I have accepted their deaths as you should! They wouldn't want you balled in covers for an entire month. They would want you to live your life, especially now after everything you've been through. Now Alice Edwards, get the hell out of this bed and come to lunch with me."