My eyelids felt heavy, all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. My moments before the black out was composing before my eyes, I tried to shut the thoughts out, but the voices grew louder, as if punishing me for trying to escape.
“O my goodness, she awake!”
I struggled to find the source of which that came from and blurred images began to sharpen into silhouettes.
“Sweetie, can you hear me?”
“Yea...” Though wishing I couldn’t
“Honey, you blacked out”
I pushed myself upright and found myself sitting on Jake’s couch and staring at his mum.
Remembering what he had said “I really should go, dad said he wanted to see me.” I tried to keep my voice steady.
“He wanted me to tell you that he had to go….the police wanted him to identify the body.” She bit her lip, waiting for me to say something.
“Oh” I sat there, not sure for how long, but gazing hard at the floral patterns on the couch. I didn’t know what to say, and I didn’t really want to say anything.
“I’ll go make you some tea.” She walked into the kitchen, leaving me with Jake. He didn’t say anything, but after a few minutes he held my hand. We both sat there in silence, with his hand around mine, avoiding any form of eye contact.
I don’t know how long it was until dad came, but when he did, we were both quiet. He was pretending as though nothing happened, but pursuing no effort to conceal the sadness in his smile.
The car ride was short, though everytime I opened my mouth I couldn’t find the right words to say. When we pulled up onto our drive way and into our garage, I saw his shoulders quivering. And then suddenly he broke down in tears, I have never seen him cry and I couldn’t help bawling my eyes out either. This great sadness swept over me, we were never going to see mum again.
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Submission Name: the last of mum - part II
