Fallen (Fallen 1)

“What about me?” He pressed further. Worry in his eyes and brow as if I might be thinking something bad.

“About how hard it must have been for you. Losing not one but both parents in such a malicious way. I don’t want to have to go through that.” I looked at my mom’s still figure. My answer seemed to have silenced Jonathon.

How could my mom do this to me? After all I’ve been through. How could she try and take herself away from me? I don’t deserve that. I know the divorce was hard on her but it was hard on me too. I thought we at least had each other. I guess I was wrong.

I continued to watch my mom as more of these thoughts ran erratically through my mind.

Her finger twitched and I jumped forward.

“Jonathon did you see that?” I asked looking over my shoulder at him as I grabbed my mom’s hand.

“Yes, I did.”

Her lips began moving.

“She needs water,” said Jonathon handing me a cup.

I took it and stuck it to my mother’s lips. I didn’t have time to wonder where he got it from or how fast he had gotten it. I tipped the cup slightly. As soon as the water touched her lips she guzzled it. I set the empty cup back down on the table.

“Mom never do that to me again. You have no idea what I’ve been through.” She stirred.

“You mean I’m not dead.” She croaked out.

“Of course not. Unless I’m dead. And never try something like that ever again. I’ve been so worried you.”

“Ugh.” She said holding her head.

“What were you thinking?” I asked.

“You’d be better off without me.” She said looking me in the eyes. But her eyes were glazed over and an unnatural feral hunger burned in her eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t be. Do you think I really want to live with Kelly? No. Not even if hell freezes over. Twice.” I added.

“You’re old enough to stay here by yourself.” Was her only reply. I let out a disgusted breath of air.

“Mom,” I began rubbing her hand as I still grasped it, “I’ve already lost my dad. I don’t want to lose my mommy too.” I finished my voice cracking on the last word.

Jonathon moved to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” I demanded.

He chuckled.

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to get my uncle. Your mom might be ready to be released.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

He left and I could hear him laughing out in the hallway.

I turned my attention back to my mom. How could I forget about her so easily?

“He’s extremely good looking,” She stated.

“I know but he’s much more than that.”

“Where’d you meet him? School?”

“No. He’s our neighbor. If it weren’t for him you would be dead. He has been really great.”