Young Writers Society

PROLOGUE:

The rumbling of thunder and gentle pitter-patter of raindrops, have never felt so relaxing, so...soothing, than it did on this very night. I watched as each drop, collided with the window and began its journey down the glass surface, disappearing behind the milky-white window pane. Often, I would imagine the drops as tiny, little racers, speeding down, trying to reach that finish line; with me encouraging them along the way. The sound of a low rumble from overhead, alerted my senses, but put my mind at ease. The rate, at which my eyes were blinking, quickly drew to a halt, as my subconscious sneaked into place.

My mind was steadily soaking in what was happening all around me. The mental energy draining as my internal clock rewound itself. As my day was drawing to a close, a scent filled the room. It was a scent that was all too familiar, even with my body shutting down. I sniffed, trying to sample what my mind was sensing but my body wasn’t. It was the smell of sweet, enriching peppermint lavender, filling the room. My ears picked up the sound of not so distant footsteps. I wanted to look, but the left side of my face was embedded into the pillow, so I just continued to lie there. A few seconds past, and the footsteps came to a stop. For some odd reason, I didn’t turn around, because I knew what was to come. Two seconds passed, three, then four.

Then the moment finally arrived. My face was greeted with the warm, nimble feeling, as four fingers swept across the right side of my face. Then through my thick, brown hair, it felt very satisfying. Suddenly, out of nowhere, with no reason whatsoever entered a heavenly voice. So tranquil, so calm, did it enter my ears. “Hush little baby don’t say a word. Momma’s gonna buy you mockingbird...” I wanted to sing along with her, but the mood was so peaceful, I didn’t want to disrupt the symphony that was going on in my heart. I finally turned around, to face those sea-green eyes, as they twinkled at me in the darkness. I couldn’t help but smirk at the wide grin that drew across her face as she gazed at me. “I love you son, I have always loved you, and I always will.” Those were the words I most desperately need to hear, because I knew that there was someone in this world who loved me. “I love you too mom”, I said, without a moment of hesitation. She smiled yet again, drove her fingers through my hair, and rose up for departure. I watched her gracefully walk over to the frame of my door; she turned around once more. “Goodnight Luke”, she said with a whisper. Then she turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the hallway ahead.

She left me to myself, and with her, all of my troubles, aches, and pains. Those few words rested upon me, as I once again buried by face in to the still warm pillow. Unbeknownst to me…that those were the last words I would ever hear from her.