I couldn't let go of this idea, I guess. Nothing to do with "Mystery Urchin", 'tay? ^_^ Don't own, just love!
Remember
by Mei
"Mum..." the small, fearful voice trembled in the wind.
Andrea Richards abruptly awoke to a dulling pain present throughout her body. Any movement at all caused a throbbing ache on the nearest joint available. Nevertheless, the voice kept whimpering in her ear. She made an effort and slightly turned her head to her left. Andrea faced a wide-eyed, frightened six year old. It was hard to keep the searing tears from falling, so eventually she gave up. She lifted her arms off the ground laboriously and beckoned him into her embrace.
The youngster walked into her hug, his chocolate brown eyes brimming with curiosity. "Are you hurt? Do you want me to get someone to help, Mummy?"
She heaved a wistful sigh and ran her fingers through his coarse, jet black hair. "Oh, Jamie."
Andrea and Jamie had been walking back home from her parents' house that night. The festivities of the night had tired them both. Although her father offered to drive her home, she politely refused because the rich were not welcome in their neighborhood. The sleek black Porsche had veered onto the sidewalk in the middle of the night. 'A hit and run case, that's what they'll call it' she thought. 'He didn't even have the decency to help my baby.'
"Maybe I can find a phone or the police station." He tried again. "Someone could help."
"No, no, I don't want you to get lost or hurt, my love."
Jamie tensed in her grasp and whispered frantically, "Don't leave me, Mum! Don't leave like Daddy!"
"Jamie..." Andrea could feel her voice breaking at the mention of Jamie's father. The one and only love of her life had died of lung cancer a year ago, always smiling through his suffering and encouraging anyone who walked into his hospital room to enjoy life while they could. She had tried to raise Jamie to be a strong, optimistic, and honest person all these months. He had built a powerful barrier around himself, however, and had only just begun to let her hug him again.
"I'm sorry, Jamie. I didn't want this to happen...especially not today."
He remained silent.
Andrea could feel the excruciating pain trying to suffocate her, but she eventually forced a blue pen out of her jeans pocket. "Jamie, could you give me your notebook for a moment?"
Terrorized and bewildered, Jamie ran to the spiral notebook that he had dropped in the accident. "Here."
She quickly ripped out a page and scribbled a note on it hastily, and then placed it into the palm of Jamie's hand. She closed it determinedly and sighed. "I have to leave."
"You can't go! You can't!!!!"
"Remember...you'll see us again. Remember...we love you. Remember."
"I'll remember, Mom."
She managed a smile, taking his left hand in hers. "Promise?"
Jamie's eyes reflected in the streetlight's beam, a childlike love in his gaze. "Cross my heart."
---
She died soon after, gone to heaven with his father.
Jamie held the bit of paper tightly in his fist as the EMT's carried his mother away.
---
The ambulance drove him to his grandparent's house, where both where in deep agony over the loss of their loyal and trustworthy daughter. Jamie simply ran to their guest room for peace and quiet.
When he got there, he shut the door. Unfolding the piece of paper, he struggled to read through what it said.
Jamie promised himself that he would learn to read even if it was just to distinguish what the letter told.
He did recognize a couple of words though, and for that he was grateful.
---
I love you Jamie.
Happy birthday.
Remember.
---
Remember
by Mei
"Mum..." the small, fearful voice trembled in the wind.
Andrea Richards abruptly awoke to a dulling pain present throughout her body. Any movement at all caused a throbbing ache on the nearest joint available. Nevertheless, the voice kept whimpering in her ear. She made an effort and slightly turned her head to her left. Andrea faced a wide-eyed, frightened six year old. It was hard to keep the searing tears from falling, so eventually she gave up. She lifted her arms off the ground laboriously and beckoned him into her embrace.
The youngster walked into her hug, his chocolate brown eyes brimming with curiosity. "Are you hurt? Do you want me to get someone to help, Mummy?"
She heaved a wistful sigh and ran her fingers through his coarse, jet black hair. "Oh, Jamie."
Andrea and Jamie had been walking back home from her parents' house that night. The festivities of the night had tired them both. Although her father offered to drive her home, she politely refused because the rich were not welcome in their neighborhood. The sleek black Porsche had veered onto the sidewalk in the middle of the night. 'A hit and run case, that's what they'll call it' she thought. 'He didn't even have the decency to help my baby.'
"Maybe I can find a phone or the police station." He tried again. "Someone could help."
"No, no, I don't want you to get lost or hurt, my love."
Jamie tensed in her grasp and whispered frantically, "Don't leave me, Mum! Don't leave like Daddy!"
"Jamie..." Andrea could feel her voice breaking at the mention of Jamie's father. The one and only love of her life had died of lung cancer a year ago, always smiling through his suffering and encouraging anyone who walked into his hospital room to enjoy life while they could. She had tried to raise Jamie to be a strong, optimistic, and honest person all these months. He had built a powerful barrier around himself, however, and had only just begun to let her hug him again.
"I'm sorry, Jamie. I didn't want this to happen...especially not today."
He remained silent.
Andrea could feel the excruciating pain trying to suffocate her, but she eventually forced a blue pen out of her jeans pocket. "Jamie, could you give me your notebook for a moment?"
Terrorized and bewildered, Jamie ran to the spiral notebook that he had dropped in the accident. "Here."
She quickly ripped out a page and scribbled a note on it hastily, and then placed it into the palm of Jamie's hand. She closed it determinedly and sighed. "I have to leave."
"You can't go! You can't!!!!"
"Remember...you'll see us again. Remember...we love you. Remember."
"I'll remember, Mom."
She managed a smile, taking his left hand in hers. "Promise?"
Jamie's eyes reflected in the streetlight's beam, a childlike love in his gaze. "Cross my heart."
---
She died soon after, gone to heaven with his father.
Jamie held the bit of paper tightly in his fist as the EMT's carried his mother away.
---
The ambulance drove him to his grandparent's house, where both where in deep agony over the loss of their loyal and trustworthy daughter. Jamie simply ran to their guest room for peace and quiet.
When he got there, he shut the door. Unfolding the piece of paper, he struggled to read through what it said.
Jamie promised himself that he would learn to read even if it was just to distinguish what the letter told.
He did recognize a couple of words though, and for that he was grateful.
---
I love you Jamie.
Happy birthday.
Remember.
---