a/n: So i just started writing this story and it is going to be a lot different than other stories i've wrriten in that it is told in first person point of view from the points of view of several different characters, one of them being a brand new character who none of you have met before. i should also warn you that this story, from the very beginning, may make you cry...at least that is my intention with this. this was just an idea i've had for many months and i've finally gotten around to putting it into words. Please review after you read this beginning because i really would like to know who and how many like this in order to decide if i should contine. Thanks so much. Enjoy!

TUESDAY, JUNE 26, 2017 10:25 P.M.

Everything changes now…my whole life is going to change and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Mom is gone…my best friend in the entire world is dead. I still can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. How am I supposed to live without her? My eyes are still so heavy and wet from crying. I've been crying for weeks, for months even, but more tonight than any other night. And don't think I've ever cried this much before. How can she be dead? How can she be dead now, when just a few hours ago she was alive and talking to me? I don't understand it at all and I don't think I ever will. Life will never be the same again for me…

Chasedy Faith Davis-Scott

I close my journal and look back at my mom in her bed, now sleeping…forever. She's still so pale, but so pretty. Her dark hair is still silky and shiny. It's always been that way. It's where I get mine from. I want to reach up and touch her hair one last time before they come to take her away, but I'm too afraid. I've never been this close to a dead body before.

"Hey Chase." I hear my name and look up at my uncle, who's standing at the door. He's not really my uncle, not by blood or anything, but he is a really close friend of my mom and me…well I guess just me now.

Uncle Marvin, or Mouth as we like to call him, comes into the room and walks over to me at mom's bedside.

"I think you should try to get some sleep." He says as he kneels next to us.

"I'm not ready to leave her, Uncle Mouth." I reply, looking back at her. "I don't want to leave her."

"I know you don't sweetie." He says, rubbing my back. "I don't either, but we have to say goodbye…we have to let her go. It's what she wants, remember?"

"But she's my mom and my best friend." I'm beginning to cry again. "How can I just let her go? I can just forget about her?"

"You don't have to. She'll always be with you. She'll always be in your heart."

I sigh as I stare at my dead mother and I finally touch her hair, but hesitantly. Then, I lean up closer to her head and kiss her now cold cheek.

"I love you, Mom. I always will. And I'll never forget you…I promise. And I'm not going to let him take your place, no matter what. I promise you that too."

"Come on," Mouth says to me with wet eyes. "They're here. Let's go."

I take his hand when he offers it, pick up my journal, the one mom gave to me, and I walk with Mouth out of the room as mom's nurse, doctor and the funeral director enter to take mom away from me…forever.