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Prologue

Never ever forget you

Even when the skies where full of clouds, my mom made them the best days ever. We would put our raincoats on and play out in the rain. Splash puddle after puddle without a care in the world. You would think it would make us sick, but in a way we almost got immune to the cold. The days we were sick my mother was a like a bird fluttering over to us at beck and call. Always knowing exactly what it was we needed.

She was like sunshine. She took your breath away. She brightened your day just by being there. With her there, absolutely nothing could go wrong.

The day she died, it was like experiencing the rain for the first time. It was cold, dark, and lonely. Only this time the skies weren't the only ones crying. The trees seemed to weep as well, their leaves reaching desperately toward the dark moist earth. Finding comfort beneath the soil where they could hide away, till their crackly rough surface eroded into the earth, gobbled down by the dirt.

I locked myself in my mothers closet, grabbed her favorite red jacket and sobbed into her comforting smell. I wrapped the sleeves of the brightly colored coat around me and imagined she was holding me, rocking me back and forth. I imagined that we stayed hidden there forever, away from all these lying people who where cruel and wanted me to believe their lies. But I knew better, my mother would never die, she would never leave me.

I stayed there until my father found the key to the lock and took me out of my daydream. I screamed, yelling at them for taking me away from my mother. Who were these people? Why did they desperately want to yank me away from my mom?

I turned quickly in their cold ugly hands, urgently looking back at my mother. But she wasn't there. She had never been there. It was all a figment of my imagination. The world was never happy and care free. No, it was evil and uncaring.

I had nightmares, all of the same thing. It was a never-ending episode of my mother dyeing over and over again. Metal hitting stony violent metal. I cried for months. To tell the truth I never really stopped crying. It was like I was an everlasting faucet of tears. Sometimes I wondered how I didn't pass out for dehydration.

One of the biggest problems was that she was everywhere. There was no way to get her off my mind. I saw her in the little restaurant she worked at when she wasn't writing. I saw her in the mangos at the market, because she loved mangos. I saw her in the puddles on the sidewalk.

Besides, I didn't want to forget her. Sure I wanted the pain to go away, but not those precious memories. They were all I had left.

When high school graduation came and passed, it was safe to say me and Becky bolted out of there as fast as we could. She had taken our mothers death just as hard as I had. Maybe not to my extreme though.

In high school she met a guy and she eloped and scrammed all the way to Hawaii. I on the other hand got a scholarship to Washington State University. I worked hard on my studies and occupied all of my time. The pain lessened sure, but it felt like I had left something really important back at home.

I refused to visit however; so afraid the pain would come back harsher than ever. When I graduated early though I had to face the truth. As much as I didn't want to go back, home was the only place I really felt whole. As they say sometimes the things you love and need the most are the things that slowly kill you inside.

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This idea has been lingering in my head for about... a year maybe? I just had to get it out. Please review and tell me what you think. I may have made it a little over dramatic…

Also in the book Rachel and Rebecca are in high school when their mom dies but for my story purposes lets say they were a little younger.