Once upon a time (Edit in process)

Chapter 11

A doctor came out, looking gravely at us.

"You can see her."

I can't. I might not be able to do it. But I entered the room anyway. Where my mothers body lay on a table, covered in white cloth.

"Mom." I choked. Lifting up the cloth to see her beautiful and pale face.

I broke down into sobs, clutching her dead and lifeless body.

"No!" I bellowed, tears streaming down my face.

Someone tugged my shirt. Hands grasped my waist and pulled me back but I didn't budge.

"Sheena." He sighed.

"Let me go."

"No."

"Stop it! Let me go."

"She's gone." He whispered.

"No! Josh! I said let me go!" I snarled.

He complied and stood by my other and more professional guards.

Time passed. I didn't know how long I just held my mom's dead body and sobbed for all I was worth, I didn't know how long dad just stood there in shock, silent tears streaming down his pale cheeks.

My mother meant the world to me. She cared and loved me more than anyone has. She loved me as any mother would have love their daughter; if not more.

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There was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Sheena." He sighed, "Please open up."

"Sheena isn't here." I muttered.

"Don't be so childish."

"My mom is dead."

He sighed,"I know."

"And it's all my fault."I whispered.

"No it's not-- please open the door."he pleaded, knocking on my tightly locked door.

I stood up, walking over to the door. When I opened it Josh stood there, looking worriedly down at me.

"It IS my fault. I could have just given myself up! She couldn't have died! She could have lived--"

"And suffer in grief? Knowing that her only daughter was kidnapped?" He retorted.

He grabbed me gently by the wrist,"Stop blaming yourself, love." He whispered.

I shook my head indignantly.

"Why don't we do something fun huh? Why don't we go on a date?" He asked.

I sighed,"No.."

"I won't take no for an answer." He sung in a weird tone.

"Fine. I won't go with you."

"I thought I said I won't take no for an answer?"

"I didn't say NO I said I WON'T. There's a difference."

"We'll you don't have a choice."

"My mother just died yesterday and you expect me to go on a date with you? Are you stupid." I snapped. He ran a hand through his hair, "I want to cheer you up. I'm sure your mom wouldn't like it if you just sulk in you room all day."

"You don't know her as well as me."

"I know her enough to know that she would want her daughter to be happy."

"Fine."

"Tonight?"

"Sure." I answered nonchalantly.