*YOUR POV*
Pattie reached out her arms as she started walking towards me. I hugged her as best I could and same with the rest of them.
"We're all so sorry honey. I can't believe this actually happened." Pattie said as we sat in the living room.
I sat in my chair and everybody took spots on the couches. Jazzy on Justin's lap, Jaxon curled up to his side. They couldn't understand what this was about, but they could sense that it wasn't good, I could tell by the way they acted.
"What happened?" Jazzy asked, her little voice trailing off as she stared at me.
"Jazzy, don't ask, that's rude." Justin said as he squeezed her a bit.
"No, it's fine, really." I said, trying to seem happier than I actually was.
"Come here, princess." I said, grabbing her hand and helping her up on my lap.
I brushed her hair out of her face and she stared up at me. Her eyes were wide, and her ears were listening.
"My mommy left last night, and It made me sad because I didn't get to say goodbye. But I know that she's in a better place." I said.
"Where'd she go?" She asked.
"She's probably somewhere nice, on a sandy beach laying out, staring out at the waves of the ocean."
"But why'd she leave you?"
"It was for the best, she's happier that way, and I accept that."
"Don't worry, I'll never leave you." She whispered in my ear.
Jazzy wrapped her arms around my abdomen and hugged me tight. I felt a bit of comfort as I put my arms around her too and kissed the top of her head. Her words were so subtle and sweet, you never knew what she was going to say.
"You can always share a mommy with Justin." she said with a cute smile.
We all laughed as she attempted to make the situation better. I looked up at Pattie and she was smiling.
"Maybe I will, your just full of good ideas!" I said as I squeezed her.
She giggled and I let her go back to Justin. We sat around and caught up with each others' lives. These people around me were my only family left, and I cherished every moment that I could.
It soon got late and everyone settled in bed. I rolled into Justin's room after he carried me and then my wheelchair up the flight of stairs. I changed on my own and washed up quickly. Justin helped me into bed before getting in himself. We both laid on our sides, faces just inches apart as we stared into each others eyes.
"That was really amazing, what you did earlier." Justin said. I gave him a funny look.
"What do you mean?"
"How you talked about your mom to Jazzy. You were brave, you really didn't need to do that."
"I wanted to. Because if I don't recover from my loss now, I never will." I explained to him.
He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. As I turned to my side, Justin held me close to his body. I felt the heat from his body, absorb into mine and I felt somewhat better.
My body ached from my numerous bruises and the holes in my feet. My lip was still swollen and I still had a small bump on my head. I laid awake, but Justin was fast to fall asleep, his breath heating my neck. All I could think about was what happened at the hospital. If I didn't open the window, who did? And what if my dad did come back and haunt me? But maybe it was just a pigment of my imagination, the symptoms were some nightmares for a while.
Around 3:00am, I wiggled out of Justin's strong hold, placing a pillow in my spot. He'd be worried if he knew I was getting up. I placed my feet on the floor, not feeling much of any pain as I placed my full weight on them. The pain had vanished from earlier and I began walking normally on them. It felt unfamiliar, being able to walk again.
I held onto the railing as I led myself downstairs to get something to drink. I couldn't sleep, not with my dad on the loose. I was cautious as I made my tea and warmed water up in the microwave. I was on the opposite side of the house and I felt like someone was watching me. I glanced around the large kitchen, making sure I was alone.
I held me tea in my hands as I sat at the counter, tracing circles on the cold marble. I felt something behind me, like someone breathing on my neck. I quickly turned as I got off my chair and followed where my feet led me. I didn't know where I was going, but I felt like someone was in front of me and I followed. I ended up in the living room, looking around at absolutely nothing.
I knelt down and picked up a necklace, one that I had worn before. I had no idea how it ended up down here, but it was definitely familiar. One that my mom had given me when I was younger. Memories started flooding back into my head and I couldn't help but let the urging tears fall. I took deep breaths and tried calming myself down, but this wasn't normal.
I looked up, directly out the sliding glass doors ahead of me to see a figure standing in the distance. It gradually got closer and I knew it was him. I stood on my feet and breathed heavily. The door flew open and a quiet breeze came through the room. This wasn't a dream, it felt too real to be either way.
"I'm not afraid of you." I said, trying to hold back my fear.
His figure got closer, and I became afraid quickly. I wanted nothing more than for my mom to be back by my side. I felt my body being pushed to the floor and I landed on my already sore back. I crawled away from him inch by inch as he stomped closer. I hit a table and vases came crashing down. I screamed.
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-Ana.
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