A/N Again, I would like to thank Celridel for taking the time to beta this for me
One week passed since Estella's mother died.
Upon further investigation, an autopsy revealed her mother died of a heart attack. However, Estella knew it had been from a broken heart, not a heart attack. No matter how hard her mother tried to conceal her grief from Estella, she knew her mother missed her father terribly.
Today, they had buried her mother, and now all Estella wanted to do was to lie down on her bed and cry. First, the father she never knew disappeared, and now her mother was gone. It was more than Estella could bear.
Social services wanted to take Estella and put her in a foster home, but she firmly refused telling them she would not leave her home. It held her best memories of her childhood and her mother, and she was not about to lose those too. Social services had agreed to let her stay, after seeing that her eighteenth birthday was a couple of weeks away.
Upon entering the now empty house, Estella went straight to her mother's room and pulled out her favorite shirt. It smelled of lavender. Estella lay on the bed and cried until no more tears would come. Sitting up, Estella blew her nose, still clutching the shirt before getting up to walk over to her mother's vanity set. Estella always admired the intricate carvings which ran along the sides of the mirror and table. Her mom had had it specially engraved for her. She had told Estella one day when asked, that the engravings were an ancient script from long ago.
Estella ran her hands along the engravings, feeling a little comforted by the motion and the familiarity of the wood. Opening the lid of the vanity, she began to look through her mother's necklaces, touching them gently. Her fingers suddenly hit a small wooden rectangular box, making it slide to the edge of the vanity. Estella picked it up, turning it over in her hands noticing it had the same intricate carvings on the outside as the vanity. Sitting back on the bed, Estella 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 Estella's surprise when she picked it up, it was quite light. Estella was in shock as to where her mother would have gotten such a trinket. In all her life, she had never seen her mother wear it.
As she held it in her hands, she felt her eyes burn again with fresh tears. As she tried to hold them back, her thoughts turned to her father. She began to wonder why he was not there to comfort her. Anger flooded her. If it had not been for him, then her mother might still be alive.
"Why did you abandon us!? If it were not for you, my mother would still be here!" she screamed, pure fury overwhelming her.
Thinking about the father she never met, she could not hold back the tears and began to sob again, crying harder than before. Flinging herself onto her side, Estella curled into a ball, still holding the necklace and box close to her heart, wishing with everything, she could find her father and discover why he abandoned them. Finally exhausted from the day's events, and from crying, Estella fell asleep still clutching the necklace.
Minutes later a soft white light began to illuminate the room until it completely enveloped Estella. As quickly as it happened, the light vanished. The bed she had been lying on was empty.
Estella was gone.