So with this oneshot, I bended the rules of magic a bit. This isn't a sequel to my other Umineko oneshot. This is also my first Tragedy fanfiction... Should I hope you cry, or hope you enjoy? Eh.

I ran through the hospital, ignoring the doctors telling me to walk. I was panting heavily, racing to her room. I had to see her as soon as possible. My name is Maria Ushiromiya and I'm 29 years old. My mother, Rosa Ushiromiya, is on the brink of dieing.

I grew out of my childish speech pattern like she wanted me to. I got my college degree a year ago. That's when she stopped beating me. Still, when something bad happened to her, she would blame me. Say it was my fault for being born. I expected that. That aside, everything was great. But when things got better, just when things got better...

"A 55 year old woman, Ushiromiya Rosa, was shot at the mall today! She was walking out of the mall when suddenly a man came and shot her. The good news is that we've caught the man! The bad news is that Ushiromiya-san may not survive!"

When I first heard that, a part of me drifted away. No matter how much she hated me, I wanted to see her. And now here I am, rushing to see her.

I burst through the door, only to see a weakened Rosa on the hospital bed.

"Mother!" I cried out to her, tears in my eyes. I begged her not to die. "Please! Stay with me!"

She slowly turned her head to me. "M-Maria..." "Yes, mom! I'm here!" I rushed to her and gently held her hand. This time the tears wouldn't stop.

I expected her to scold me, say it was my fault. Say if only I wasn't born. But then...

"Maria... I realized something. I realized how much I need you. And what I've been doing to you... Is worth the death penalty..."

"Mother, don't say that!" These nice words, I didn't want them. I wanted her to insult me so I wouldn't miss her as much. But gave me nice, kind words. "Stop... Please don't die..." I was blinded by my tears. I couldn't see her.

"This is what I deserve, Maria." She gently rubbed my cheek. "There's one last thing I want to tell you..." She managed to say.

I came closer to her, expecting an insult.

"I love you." She whispered.

The hand I held became cold. The heart rate monitor stopped beating. She closed her eyes. She was gone. I felt my soul drift away. "Ma...ma." No answer. "Please come back... Don't leave. No, no, NOOO!" My voice got louder. Hearing my screams, the doctors rushed in with a look of sadness in their face, realizing what had happened. Is she really gone? These thoughts clouded my mind until everything went black...

Two weeks later...

I felt the wind blow against me. The doctors say I'm under a severe depression. I agree with them. I was on the edge of the hospital roof. Somehow I snuck out of my room. Luckily, I was on the top floor, making this much easier.

The least I wanted to do was say a final goodbye to my cousins. Battler tried to grope me. Of course I slapped him. Jessica gave me advice on love. This was useless information for me, but I listened anyway to make her happy. George complimented me on being successful. I thanked him. Then we parted ways.

I reached for the sky. I saw my mother. Mother? I asked myself. She smiled and reached her hand out to me. "Mother?!" I smiled for real for the first time in weeks. I extended my hand to hers. However, it took me a while to figure out I was hallucinating. I started crying. "Why did you leave me?!"

"I'll be with you mother, I swear..." Her last words surfaced in my mind before I jumped. I love you... Seconds later, I felt an enormous amount of pressure. But I could feel no pain, because I was already dead inside.

I have no idea why I wrote this. Maybe because I was feeling down. Like I said, this is my first Tragic fanfiction. If it's bad, cut me some slack, ok? Ok, maybe I could've done better. Thanks for reading. I hope you cried/enjoyed.