Chapter Seven

After that, things got a little blurry; I knew someone was calling me, but it was like I was in a lake of honey, and all I could think of was her always promising to come back. Kurenai seemed to realize what was going on, and she led me upstairs to sleep. The next day was no better, I knew there were jobs to do, but I was incapable of even the slightest bit of conscious thought, instead, Shino, Kiba, and Hinata did chores, and Kurenai told me what to do, things like eat, get dressed, take a shower. After a few days, I finally started regaining conscious thought, and when Kurenai talked about funeral arrangements, I told her no. I knew my mom was coming back; but as more and more time passed, I started to lose my belief, and when Kiba talked about being realistic, I lost it. I just wanted him to shut up, so I threw Tora at him.

Can you talk now, Kiba, or is it kind of hard with claws in your mouth?

Kiba avoided me for a while after that, but I didn't really notice, all I could think about was how much I hadn't written or called her, and now I couldn't. I knew she didn't deserve it, and I thought if I just came up with the right deal, God would give her back to me, and my thoughts all that week were thoughts like- if I were a good person, would you give her back? - And- if I made a crossroads deal, would it actually work?-Eventually, I realized that I could never be a perfect person, and even if it worked, my mom wouldn't want that, and with that realization, came the tears. All I could think of was all the times we'd spent together, everything we wouldn't do anymore. Eventually the tears stopped, and I realized she was gone; she was never coming back, and the arrival of the next letter, the one announcing the discovery of her body only proved that.

To Be Continued…