Do you know that feeling where all the regrets and guilts that you've kept buried for so long burst up to the surface in full force, crushing your very soul? Well, that's how I felt as I saw my Mom for the last time before she was put into the grave.   I could barely stand upright, but I had help from Jason as let me lean most of my weight on him. As soon as we met Uncle Mark's family at the cemetery, Jason stayed close to me, asking me every five seconds if I needed anything at all.    When the coffin was opened for us to see her and deliver some speeches, Jason held my hand and didn't let go, even after she was buried.   My head began aching from the crying, so he took me to a bench where we both sat, still holding hands.   I got calm. At least now she can have peace but there's definitely n

Claire  I need to get away with James... That was all I had in mind as I opened my eyes. I expected to see Frank punching my Mom, but instead, I was staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar room. Where is James?! I tried to sit up but I couldn't move my body. What happened to me? The last thing I could remember was grabbing James and trying to leave the house when Frank grabbed me. "It's okay, Claire, you're okay." I saw someone's f

The vision cleared and the next thing I knew, I was at a party? I mean, people were just drinking, dancing and abusing drugs. It didn't look like they were celebrating anything in particular. The only thing very strange about that party is the fact that although they were dancing to music, I didn't hear anything. I didn't know why but I liked it as it let me hear the only voices that were important.   My parents!

The visions became flashes, I could see bits and pieces of my parents life after that. I saw my old home where I grew up with my Mom and Dad before he left. I saw the fights I never knew they had; Mom was always nagging about money and Dad was struggling to get us by.    But his family was so rich, didn't he have friends who would get him a job? It was as if his past life didn't exist and he didn't care. He was always kind to Mom and me, he tried as much as he could to get me nice things too.    He secretly met his sister but he didn't accept any help from her or even complain about how hard it was on him. I saw how he invited Uncle Mark and his family and how much it meant to Uncle Mark to finally see Mom again.   Mom on her part was so cranky, nothing Dad did for her was ever enough. Whenever I was around them, she would put on a fa

Once again, the images flashed before my eyes, stopping at the very last day I could remember. The day I planned to run away with James!    Frank was out picking James up from school and I was at home alone with Mom when she suddenly decided to go on her rare trips to the grocery store. I could very well remember that she came back with nothing. She grabbed her purse and left. She only told me where she was going so I'd tell Frank when he got home.   I was pulled along with her to the grocery store and watched her as she shopped for the necessary stuff. I watched as she went from aisle to aisle until she paid for them and headed out.    It was just a normal scenario as she waited for a cab, but then a familiar voice had me turning to the left. It was Abigail! She was on the phone, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie with cheap jogging