Some of you may recognize this story as it is also posted on my Quizilla account as Babygurl062089. This is the rewrite of the story. Hopefully you like and I would appreciate some feed back from everyone and from those who have read the original story. I wasn't really happy on how the other was turning out so this is my way of trying to make it better. Enjoy!
For as long as I could remember my mother always told me we were different. She said that was one of the reasons we moved around so much. I never understood what she meant by different, but she told me that one day I would. I wasn't until I was almost 16 when that day finally came. My life completely changed, but for better or for worse I didn't know.
I should of know something was wrong the day my mother hurried me out of the house with a pocket full of money and a shopping list a mile long. I should of realised the look in her face was fear and not the flu she claimed she was coming down with.
"Maybe I should stay home with you then." I told her.
"No! I'll be fine." She said pushing me out the door. "Just be careful and take your time." She said.
I sighed. "Okay, but I want you to rest while I'm gone then. No unpacking." I told her motioning to the living room filled with boxes from yet another move.
"I promise." She said kissing me on the forehead. I left the box-filled apartment and walked the two blocks to the nearest grocery store. As I searched for the things on the list I kept getting the nagging feeling that I shouldn't be there, but I just pushed it aside and continued shopping.
An hour later I left the grocery mart, my arms full of groceries in brown paper bags. I looked up to the sky to see the beginning of a storm forming. Just as I arrived at my apartment building rain drops began to fall. I entered the building and rode the elevator to the second floor. I froze as I neared the door to my apartment. The door was slightly ajar. I slowly walked to the door.
"Mum, I'm home!" I called pushing the door fully open with my foot. I looked around the darkened living room.
"Mum?" I called when I didn't get an answer. I placed the bags on the cluttered kitchen table.
"Mum?" I called again. Still no answer. Fear gripped me as I walked toward the back of the apartment. The door to her bedroom was closed. I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. The room was dark. Thinking she left and went to the apartment next door to chat with the old lady who lived there like she sometimes did I turned from the room, but stopped when lightening outside her bedroom window illuminated the room. A figure lay unmoving on the floor. I ran to my mother and fell to the floor next to her body.
"MUM!" I screamed taking her hand in mine. Her eyes were wide open in the look of fear. She wasn't breathing. Tears ran down my faces as I tried feeling for a pulse. A loud snapping noise from behind me makes me turn away from her. A man stood in the darkened hallway looking down at me and my mother. His face was the first thing I saw. A long sliver beard and half-moon glasses, but it was his eyes that stood out to me the most. His bright blue eyes were filled with sadness. I knew then he wasn't there to hurt me, he was there to help.
"We have to get her to a hospital." I cried."Its too late." he says.
"No, it's not too late. We have to help her." I cried.
"She's gone, Miley!" he said walking toward me and putting his hand on my shoulder. I look from him back to my mother's lifeless body and I know it's true. My mother was really gone. Thunder booms outside the window as I lay my head on her chest. "We have to get you out of here. There is still danger here." The man says.
"No, I can't…won't leave her." I told him. I hear him sigh sadly
"The people who killed your mother will return to finish the job." He tells me. My head snapped up from my mother's chest.
"How do you know she was murdered?" I asked.
"I'll explain when we get you someplace safe." he says. I looked back at my mother."I can't leave her." I told him.
"She would want you to live." he said. I choke back another sob and nod my head.
"I'll give you a few moments, but we must leave soon." He told me exiting the room.
I laid my head back on her chest.
"I love you, Mama." I said trying to fight back more tears. I kissed my mother gently on the cheek one last time. I got up from the floor and stepped away from her body. I turned to leave but stop when I see something laying on her bed. It was my favorite stuffed black monkey she bought me at my first visit to the London Zoo when I was 5 years old. I picked it up and hug it to my chest. I slowly walked out of my mother's room, shutting her door behind me. I walked into the living room and the unknown man turns from the window as I enter. I pull my long, black hair out of face with one hand while the other still clutched the monkey. He looks at me and nods to himself. I stood there not sure what to do. I looked back at my mother's bedroom door and had the sudden urge to run back and beg my mother not to be dead, but just as I turn toward her room I feel the man's hand on my shoulder again. I turn back to him.
"I'm sorry for this! " He said. He looks into my eyes and everything begins to become blurry and then everything goes black.