She knew she was losing it.
Emotions ran through her mind. She didn't even know that was possible. She understood that she could feel emotions. But something was wrong.
She watched fear overtake her mind at the sight of … him… and then happiness flooded over her at the thought of seeing her mother again. And horror followed that thought as blood flowed through her mind's eye at the thought of her mother…
She felt her hands beating on her own forehead. Just attempting to push those horrible images from her mind. A buzz every familiar to her before drug induced state numbed everything that happened on the outside of her body. Just hearing his voice sent her mind into a frenzy that she couldn't explain. All she saw was him leaving her… walking away… abandoned.
Then terror gripped her whole body as she stood in front of the hospital room.
She knew they were watching her.
She felt their stares into her back as she walked into the sterile room.
But one thing pulled her away from the deadly control her mind was executing over her body.
The one voice.
"Kyrie."
She was sure angels couldn't have said her name more perfectly.
The fog lifted from her eyes, and she saw her wonderful mother.
And she raced from her stance in the doorway to the bedside of her savior. Her knees hit the floor as she grasped the hand of her mother. Her body electrified at the feeling of skin on her hand. "Mum." She whispered with the only strength she had left.
"Is it really you?" She incredulously asked, her eyes searching the face she never thought she would see again. She only saw the beauty in the face. She only saw that her mother was still there.
Her hand left her mothers hand, and pressed her hand against her mother's chest, to feel her heart beating. Kyrie felt her own breath increase as her mind began to grasp the fact that her mother was really there with her. Each beat of the heart against her hand seemed to beat reality back into her mind.
Thump.
She's alive.
Thump.
I'm holding her.
Thump.
She was safe.
Thump.
I'm not dying.
Thump.
I'm safe.
The feeling of her mother's scarred hand bushing against her cheek pulled her back into reality. Kyrie reached up, and held her mother's hand against her face, not wanting anything to ruin this wonderful moment. All the irrational fears leaving her mind allowed her to speak more openly with her mother.
"I missed you so much, Mum."
