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Estella's POV

One week passed since my mother died. One long, painful week.

I honestly still could not believe she was gone. This had to all be a nightmare or some cruel joke. As I sat on the couch, tears still staining my red cheeks, I half expected my mother to waltz through our front door and yell, "Surprise!" But she never did. As I stared down at the pathologist's report, I could feel my heart constrict as I read his notes a foul taste in my mouth.

Upon further investigation, an autopsy revealed my mother died of a heart attack. However, I knew that was not true—a broken heart, not a heart attack had claimed my mother's life, ripping her from me. No matter how hard she tried to conceal her grief from me, I knew she missed my father terribly.

I crumpled the report up and threw it across the room before leaning back against the couch covering my face with my hands. I forced myself to hold back the screams that threatened to break through, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I could no longer hold back my, anger and my grief.

Today, I had buried my mother, and now all I wanted to do was to lie down on my bed and cry. First, the father I never knew abandoned us, and now my mother was gone. It was more than I could handle.

Since I had no other relatives, social services wanted to take me and place me in a foster home, but I firmly refused telling them I would not leave my home. This was the only thing I had left, and as it held my best memories of my childhood and my mother, I would put up a fight before I allowed anyone to rip that away from me as well. Fortunately, as I was nearing my eighteenth birthday in only a few weeks and would be considered of age, social services had agreed to let me stay. I sighed heavily as I got up from the couch. I would now have to get a job to be able to afford to remain here.

No longer able to bear the silence, I went straight to my mother's room and pulled out her favorite shirt. It smelled of lavender. Inhaling the scent, I laid on the bed and cried until no more tears would come. Slowly sitting up, I blew my nose, still clutching the shirt before getting up to walk over to my mother's vanity set. I always admired the intricate carvings which ran along the sides of the mirror and table. My mom had had it specially engraved. She had told me one day when I asked, that the engravings were an ancient script from long ago.

I ran my hands along the engravings, feeling a little comforted by the motion and the familiarity of the wood. I never understood why, but whenever I touched the script, I seemed to feel relaxed, and this was no different. Opening the lid of the vanity, I began to look through my mother's necklaces, touching them gently. Suddenly, my fingers hit a small wooden rectangular box, making it slide to the edge of the vanity. I had never noticed this before. My curiosity getting the better of me, I picked it up, turning it over in my hands seeing it had the same intricate carvings on the outside as the vanity. Sitting back on the bed, I opened the box gasping.

Inside was a beautiful heart-shaped sapphire, held in place by a shimmering silver chain. From the size of the sapphire, the necklace looked like it would be heavy, but to my surprise when I picked it up, it was quite light. Shock set in as I pondered as to where my mother would have gotten such a trinket. In all my life, I had never seen her wear it.

Holding it in my hands, I felt my eyes burn again with fresh tears. As I tried to hold them back, my thoughts turned to my father, and I began to wonder why he was not here to comfort me. Anger flooded me like a flash flood during a storm.

"Why did you abandon us! If it were not for you, my mother would still be here!" I screamed, pure fury overwhelming me.

Thinking about the father I never met, I could not hold back the tears and began to sob again, crying harder than before. Flinging myself onto my side, I curled into a ball, still holding the necklace and box close to my heart, wishing with everything, that I could find my father and discover why he abandoned my mother and me. Finally exhausted from the day's events, and from crying, I fell asleep still clutching the necklace.

I had not even been asleep for more than a few minutes when I felt a slight pull. Nothing hard or painful, but enough to wake me up. At first, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but soon I noticed a soft white light began to illuminate the room until it completely enveloped me. I did not even have a chance to scream for as quickly as it happened, the light vanished. The bed I had been lying on was empty.

I was gone.