A/N: Hey guys, thanks for reading my story. Anyway, I was hoping for this to be between 20 and 30 chapters. My OC is Lia Lunette Stringer and this is slightly AU, we're going to say that Charles is 36, but everyone else's ages are the same. Thanks again for reading.
Lia's POV
I heard the nurse say, "Lia, I'm sorry, we did everything we could for your mother, but she didn't make it."
I knew this was going to happen, since the car crash, she hadn't been doing well. What did I expect, a miracle? No, things in life hadn't ever come that easy for me.
I'm different, some would call me special, others would call me a freak, but to most of the world, I'm just an outcast. My difference from society is I can do things I shouldn't be able to, I can move things with my mind and read people's thoughts to an extent.
Right now, I just changed from the social outcast, to the poor orphan girl. I had grown up with only my mom and me and we were happy like that. It always worked for us because we were honest. She told me at about 13 that I exist because of an affair she had, but she loved me just the same. I was shocked she had hid that from me, but I guess its for the better. Still, I wish she could have said 'I love you' one last time.
The nurse continued, "Is there any family you can call? After all, your 18, so Child Protective Services can't take you in."
I nearly spat out, 'No, I would've never known', but I knew she was just trying to be nice, so I kept it in.
I said, "Yes, umm, can I see here one last time?"
The nurse nodded and motioned for me to follow her. We went down a hall or two and I was trying to stay as detached as possible, I knew I was going to break down the moment I saw her anyway.
She lead me in the room and thank god they had turned off that lifeline machine. I'm pretty sure the never ending beep would've sent me off the deep end.
Then, I looked at her and broke. The tears I had been holding in for the past few weeks while she's been in this coma came spilling out. I wasn't known to cry, but what would you do if you're mother died? The tears burned a hot trail down my cheeks and began forming in a puddle around me.
I ran over to her body and held her hand that once held me, feed me, nurtured me, cared for me. It used to always be so warm compared to my freakishly cold hand, but now, they were like ice. Not a vein still pumping, she was like an ice sculpture. I rubbed my thumb over her hand, hoping this was all a bad dream, hoping she'd wake up or I would. Nothing, still as cold as ever.
One last time, I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. My heart relished in what little warmth was left there. I got up, never ceasing my crying, and looked that now her head had little watery streaks. I wiped them away then said, "I love you," for the last time to her body.
I quickly left the room and took my car home to the apartment. I got out, slammed the door and ran inside. I sat on my bed and cried my heart out.
I don't know how long I sat there, minutes, hours, days. Finally, I got up and ate something, I was starving, I hadn't eaten in a day or two. I went up to the mirror and looked at myself. My medium brown hair was in a deshelved braid, my once beautiful chocolate brown eyes looked lifeless and dull, not to mention the bags under my eyes.
I looked at my body and nearly gasped in shock. I was an average weight, not skinny, not fat, but I looked at myself and saw skin and bone. I hadn't been eating all that much before the last 2 days. I must've lost at least 10 pounds! I couldn't stand it, so I punched the mirror, not wanting to see the thing I had become.
My knuckles were bleeding, blood dripping on the tile. I noted never to punch something or someone again.
Still, I closed the bathroom door and took a very long shower.
Eventually, I got out in a towel and went to my room for some clothes. I decided that I would have to get a job or something if I wanted to keep this apartment.
Then again, did I really want another reminder of my mother to come home to.
I decided that I had to move. I also decided to sell all of my mom's things that were useless and not meaningful.
Another thing I decided was that I'm not up for the task today and should wait until tomorrow. So I went to bed and laid on it, knowing that ahead of me was another sleepless night.
A/N: Well, I didn't expect it to be that short, but more coming soon!
