Hey hey hey! I'm updating early this week since I had time and I wanted to. Okay I lied. I had an idea. So I hope you like this chapter even though it's pretty short.
Thanks to Musical Skater, toriorangeflower, 1AvrilLavigne, and SOAN.
Musical Skater: Thanks and I do too sometimes. And you don't have to calm down anymore. lol
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1AvrilLavigne: Yea it can be confusing and I usually don't read over what I write nor do I spell check. So that is probably a reason.
SOAN: Well it may or may not say in this chappy and sometimes I do. BANANA! (idk why banana)
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Carrie's P.O.V.
*Ding Dong*
My grandmother's doorbell rang. I should say our doorbell, but I still don't believe I'm here. Maybe it's just one big dream.
Anyway, I got up and opened the door. There was no one.
"Hello?" I asked. No reply.
I looked down. There was a small envelope. No address, no return address. All it said was 'For Carrie'.
I picked up the envelope, looked around and shut the door.
"Who was it sweetie?" asked grandma.
"Oh, no one." I replied, shoving the envelop into my back pocket.
After a while, I snook upstairs to my room and I opened it.
It was a plain folded piece of lined paper. I unfolded it and read it.
All it said was 'Do you remember me?'
I would get letters like this sometimes.
It would be ever few months to weeks apart to even days apart.
I would even get them back in Peaceville. I used to stuff them in my desk's drawer.
My questions were: Who was sending them and why do they keep asking me questions? How do they know who I am?
...
The day ended quickly and Mina came back home. Sometimes she stayed at the place she rented and other times she would come home to us. To me.
Sure dad was better, but some nights I didn't like to be alone. And I think tonight is one of those nights.
...
I dreamt that night. I dreamt that I was three.
It was the day my mother left.
I woke up and went to her room in the dream.
The room was exactly the same. I walked to her bed and pulled her blanket.
"Mommy. Wake up. I'm hungwy."
I reached for her arm.
But it wasn't there.
Mina, who would've been 6 at the time, walked into the room.
Her eyes were visibly red from crying.
"Mina. Whewe's mommy?"
"Carrie, she's um.. she's gone."
"What do you mean?"
"She's... she's dead. C she died from her cancer last night."
"Y-You mean she isn't coming back this time?"
"No. She's not."
The tears fell from my eyes. They flowed like a waterfall.
This is usually where the dream ends.
And yes I've had this dream before. Many times.
It was later that dream-y night. I was standing near the stairs.
I heard my dad's voice.
"You know we are going to have to tell Carrie the truth someday, right?"
"Yeah. She's gunna have to know sooner or later. Y'know she looks just like her mother?" a mystery voice talked.
"She does. But how are we going to tell her that her mother was..."
The voice trailed off.
...
The voice (my father) trailed off right as he was about to say what happened.
I woke up, in the real world this time.
I felt my face. It was wet and sweaty. I could feel all of my hair sticking to it. Glancing at the clock, I seen that it was only 3:30.
I wanted to go back to sleep, but I wanted answers.
What really happened to Mom?
That's all I wanted to know.
Eventually I fell into and uneasy state of sleep.
I felt like something bad was going to happen. Like when you get that feeling in your stomach.
...
I woke up the next morning, with a sickly feeling sitting in my stomach.
I didn't want to get up.
I just wanted answers. What had really happened 13 years ago?
Eventually, getting the will to get up, I sat up and stretched.
I would have to ask Mina or grandma about what happened.
My dad wouldn't tell me. Would Mina?
Probably not. So just grandma? Yeah, that sounds good.
I looked at my clock. It read 8:48.
Happy I didn't have school, I opened my door and walked down the creaky stairs.
Weirdly, Mina was still home. Why was she still here?
I walked up behind her. "Hey sis. Why are you still here?"
She turned and had almost the same look as she did in my dream. Or was that just a memory?
Then I realized why I had that sinking feeling earlier in the night.
"W-What happened?" I asked the shorter girl.
"Grandma, she.. she had a stroke in her sleep. She died peacefully."
Early apology if I made you sad.
So what happened to Carrie's mom?
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