Masquerade

"-up soon."

"Tragic-"

"-she's a warrior."

I heard bits and pieces of the conversation as I came back to reality. I started thinkng that they were talking about me. And, if they truly were talking about me, I had a feeling it confirmed my worst nightmare.

My mother truly was dead.

I was overcome with grief as I pictured the scene where my mother was on the floor, gushing blood. I fluttered my eyes, trying to open them, to erase the picture. But a bright light in front of my face wouldn't allow me to.

Someone must've noticed, because the light suddenly became darker. I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

The ceiling? The last thing I remembered was looking up at the night sky light up by stars and flashing lights.

"How does your head feel, Hon?" Someone asked. I immediatly spotted the person.

She was an older lady, around 50. She was wearing blue shrubs and a nametag which I couldn't read. She had chocolate skin, and her black hair had hints of grey in it

"I'm fine, thanks." I replied. "How's my mother?" I braced for the answer.

The nurse's expression turned sad. "She didn't quite make it, Hon."

I figured. I felt my throat tighten and tears threaten to fall. I pushed them aside and foxused on a lady in a suit coming into the room.

"May I have a moment alone with her?" The blonde woman in the suit asked my nurse.

"Erm, yes, but not too long." The nurse replied, checking a couple of things before stepping out of the room, leaving me alone with the strange woman.

Notes

Sorry it's short, but pizza just got here and ya know, ill update later though!