Chapter Two :
Back to normal
" Hello dear people! You're listening to Dovestown Radio. We're the twenty eighth September and the temperature is about 68° Fahrenheit. To start the morning … ", my eyes jerked open in surprise when I heard the voice of the radio's presenter ( A/N : couldn't find another word, do you have suggestions ? Thanks :D ). I turned off the radio and tried to encourage me to get up ( I'm not a morning person, as you can guess !).
I sat down on my bed and my head was throbbing. Less than yesterday though. At the thought I shivered. The reality came back slapping me in the face : my Mom's death, the storm, the forest, the man … All these thoughts reappeared suddenly as if I was, for just a few seconds, amnesic. Thousands of questions were racing through my mind. Is this real ? Did yesterday actually happened ? How did I came back here ?Why don't I remember anything after the storm in the forest ? Was it just a bad dream ?
Ignoring my headache, I get up and ran to my Mom's room. Opening wide open the door, I stared in shock at the room. Everything was … normal. The closet was perfectly tidy, some pairs of shoes were lying on the floor ( my mom is really incapable of choosing things quickly, result : she's always late), the bed was made, everything was as she left it.
She wasn't there.
I felt tears coming, but, with one last hope I rushed to the kitchen, wishing to see her confused face, to see her looking at me still holding her cup of coffee. But there was no one to be seen.
She wasn't there.
She had died. I broke down in tears, unable to resist to the pain growing in me. I leaned against a chair in order not to fall. And then I saw it. Her ring. I cried even more at the sight of it. Moving forward a shacking hand, to take it in my hand. The ring was made of gold set of a red stone witch shined at the morning light.
I frowned. She never took off her ring. Never. She told me it was my father that had offered her it.
And from what she said to me, she loved him greatly. This ring was the most precious thing in her eyes. Something went wrong. I had this horrible feeling that something went terribly wrong.
" I would never take this ring off, unless in case of extreme urgency". This sentence my mother repeated sometimes came back to my mind. She didn't die in a car accident …. what really happened then ?
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !", I yelled in surprise. I quickly turned around to see my cousin Jesse. "Oh my God Jesse ! You scared me to death!" I reprimanded him, a hand on my chest. " I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I knocked a few times on the door but you didn't answer, so I entered" he answered. I gave him a forced smile that meant "it's okay, don't worry"; I was not in the mood to talk. He certainly noticed that because he put an arm around my shoulders and said: "I came as soon as I heard the news. I was so shocked! I really didn't expect that to happen. I'm so sorry for you. She was a great person … and I'm sure she was a wonderful mom". He then gave me a big hug. You know, the kind of hug that makes a little spark in your heart and makes you feel better.
I whispered a little "thank you", almost inaudible. He answered kissing me on the cheek. I felt in security with him. He was like a brother to me and we were raised like we were siblings. We even looked alike; he was eighteen, just one year older than me. He had the same facial features than me, the same straight chestnut hair as me, and wonderful green eyes … unlike me. Yeah, the only difference is that I have hazel eyes.
" Your parents didn't want to go I guess" I stated. His parents and my mother were in conflict for a long time and apparently, her death didn't change anything. There was always a competition between my mother and her sister, mostly because of my aunt who had always been jealous of my mother for God knows what. "No they didn't want to go with me. I'm so ashamed of my mother! And my father, well, he's just supporting her even if he knows there was no reason to be against your mother. They're so stubborn, they're just spoiling a chance to be happy with the rest of their family." he said, exasperated.
The hours passed, rather quickly, with the help of Jesse, I managed to rule the papers about my mother's death and all this stuff. During the day, I thought about what would happen to me. I was only seventeen, which means I had to have a guardian. But I had no family, except my aunt and I was sure she didn't want to take me at her house. I didn't want to leave my house, but I would have to.
Another thing came to my mind : what happened to me yesterday, did it really happen ? I mean, I remembered being in that forest and seeing that man but I didn't know how I ended up in my bedroom. It was probably a dream. It had to be …
"Eden ? Eden! Hey !" he snapped his fingers. " Hum, what? Sorry I zoned out." I smiled, slightly embarrassed. " I asked you if you wanted to go out to eat something." he said. " Yeah sure. Just let me grab my jacket" I said going upstairs.
I entered in my room, walked towards my closet and grabbed my favorite leather jacket that … my mom … As the remembrance of a simply nice moment of pure joy with the person I loved the most, and that I still love, suddenly crossed my mind, tears were beginning to make my eyes blurry.
I came back to my senses when I heard my name being yelled by Jesse and manage an answer in a almost-not-shaking voice. I slipped on the jacket and took my bag and turned around when I noticed something on the ground. Mud. And footprints. Really odd since this seemed to belong to someone who had big feet, and it certainly was not me ( I've got dwarf sized feet! Well, maybe not that small...). And Jesse didn't come into my room … Okay this was sincerely frightening. Somebody came here without me noticing it and that person could come again. I detached my stare from the ground to see that the window was half-opened. I approached, slowly closing it and noticed a bit of material hanging on a piece of wood belonging to the window. I took it in my hand to examine it studiously : it seemed to be a part of a dark blue fabric, a little used maybe, but it was very good quality. It wasn't until a few seconds that I realized from were it came from. The bit of cloth was once a part of a long fabric, that was once worn by a mysterious person, that was once hiding the face of an unknown benefactor who had carried her all the way home.
A/N : Hello Readers! Hum... well, there were no reviews for the last chapter so I am a bit disappointed. I know I have to improve my writing but I think I can make this story interesting. I'll keep updating, I think. I would appreciate some advice and maybe some ideas? Is that too much to ask? I hope my story will actually interest someone because I enjoy writing this and I want to share it with other people.
Bye,
Miss Papillon :)
