Anna by S. J. West

Author:S. J. West [West, S. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal
ISBN: 9781497426931
Google: 3F3noAEACAAJ
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2014-03-22T01:07:50+00:00

Chapter 12

When I reach the door to my mother's bedroom, I'm hesitant to enter. I almost feel like I'm invading her privacy. It's a completely silly notion since she's been dead for as many years as I've been alive. Yet, I continue to stand in the hallway with my hand hovering over the door knob, trying to find the courage to enter her room.

“Stop being stupid,” I whisper to myself, grabbing the handle and twisting it to open the door, hoping I'm not about to step into a Pandora’s Box of memories.

I walk in and close the door behind me. The room is dark now as night falls outside, and I can barely see where I'm going. I walk over to where I remember the nightstand being and turn on the light there. The faint illumination from the old fashioned lamp makes the room appear even more desolate. There's a sadness that hangs in the air, making me wonder if my mother's spirit has truly moved on, or if it lingers here, hiding in the dark corners of the room. I look past the bed and see a door which has been left slightly ajar. I walk around the ornate wrought iron bed and open the door further, finding my mother's closet. I see a chain hanging in the darkness and tug on it. A light embedded in the ceiling switches on. Every item inside the closet is neat and orderly. It’s as if someone came in here and lovingly preserved my mother’s possessions after her death.

I let the tips of my fingers drift over the clothes on each hanger and can't help but wonder where my mother might have worn each article. I pull out a soft, dark purple turtleneck sweater. I stare at it and wonder what life event she might have experienced while wearing it. Did she wear it while she was pregnant with me? Did she have it on underneath her coat in the video I saw of her and Lucifer? I had no way of knowing, and she wasn't here to tell me the story of her life.

I looked up from the sweater and let my eyes wander around the closet, realizing this was all I had to remember my mother by. I suddenly realize this is the first time in my life I'm able to connect to her in anyway. I'm surrounded by her things. Yet, I know virtually nothing about her. I have no idea what she liked to eat. I don't know what her favorite color was. Did she like to dance? Did she play an instrument? What made her laugh? What made her cry?

She was my mother, but she was also a complete stranger to me.

I quickly find a pair of jeans and a sturdy pair of walking boots to wear. I step out of the closet and over to the chest of drawers across from the bed where I find some undergarments. I quickly change out of my wet apparel and dress in my mother's clothes.

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