While I sit here with just my thoughts my dearest mother enters my mind. What happened to her when I died at the young age of 16? My mother was gentle and kind. My father left when I was 4 and my mother had raised me single handedly since then. She was always there for me. Come think of it she was there on the day I died. And like a figure out of the mist my memory of that day comes to me.
I had woken up early on that day. There had been a storm the night before and I hadnt been able to sleep at all. My mother came downstairs bleary eyed and not expecting me to be up. When she saw me ,her only child, she smiled affectionatley and came and sat next to me on the shabby sofa. The quiet between us was not awkward but comforting and nice in the early morning. She offered to make me a cup of tea whilst I got dressed for school and I gladly accepted. When I had finished my breakfast and was almost out the door ready to go to school she stopped me and looked deep into my eyes 'my baby' she said and brushed the stray strands of hair from my face before bringing me into her embrace and wishing me a good day at school. Then I left her in the hallway and procceeded to school.
That was the last time I saw my mother unless you count at the funeral when she saw my body but I wasnt in my body when she saw me. I was where I am currently, lost and confused. When I analyse those last moments with my mother I realyse that the day had already started off odly. Me and my mother never saw eachother in the mornings. Normally she had already gone to work by the time I got up and I was left in the house by myself but why was that day different? Even if I had gotten up particullarly early she still wouldnt have stayed around to see me off to school. She wouldve been at her tutoring job, not yet teaching but marking the work of the demanding Jones twins. The Jones twins had been tutored by my mother since they were both 6. They are the children of Mr Alex Jones. A middle aged widower who lives in a detatched house on the hill on the far side of town. His wife died during childbirth due to complications and now his twins were his world. He got them schooled from home as he couldnt bear to let them out of his sight let alone his house. The twins were called Alvin Jones and Cain Jones. I had only met the twins once when I was a small child. My mother had only recently started tutoring the boys and, as they were having partiular dificulty with maths, had offered to teach them for an extra lesson on saturday. She hadnt found anyone to look after me so Alex had agreed to let me come into the boys lesson. I was 1 year younger than the boys. Alvin had seemed very warm and kind even at the age of 6 but Cain had been very serious and quiet. He had an intense personality even at the age of 6. Like a firey core radiating out an intense heat which it is uncomfortable to stay in the presense of for to long. According to my mother this hadn't changed, only further increased into his personality with age.
My poor mother. What has become of her now and what had happened that morning to change our routine? Was it divine intervention from powers above that knew this was my last day or was it something which my mother had declined to tell me which ,if I had lived, couldve changed my life for the worse. Although, a worse life wouldve been preferable to death. Anything is preferable than that. Trust me...