ADDAMS

'What is wrong? Why she couldn't just have a peaceful life? her life had always been full of dark emotions, why did she have to live this one again' I couldn't stop talking to myself.

Whitney didn't wake up since she collapsed, I asked for a nurse to come and take care of her from my house.

I was sitting on a seat looking at her in this rigid posture. I was in the dark, I didn't need light, and I was torn what my Luna was going through was dreadful.

I wiped the tears running down my cheeks, I didn't find sleep, I couldn't, the memories with Mrs. Lucas were crossing my mind.
I couldn't believe she passed away like that, so fast nobody expected this to happen.

She was so amiable, how did it happen?
"What the hell is that life?" I yelled standing on my feet. It was already 11 pm, however, it was impossible to have a rest.

I opened the window of the room, it seemed as if I could no more breathe. Thinking of the pain Whitney had, was an ache on my nerves.

My heart was swollen and pushed out the tears that filled my eyes, I was powerless to face this, I had no strength, no will, and these tears seemed to be no more mine, they came down without any control.

I couldn't believe I would cry for somebody's death, Mrs.Lucas had marked me.

The moonlight entered the hall, and I noticed Whitney sobbing. I moved toward her, and on my knees, I wiped Whitney's tears, and I cried harder than she did by seeing her.

"Mrs.Lucas left us" I pronounced, crashing my lips on her forehead.

She was suffering even in this unconscious state. Life was cruel to her.
"Not you mom, no mom, no mom don't leave me, don't leave me..!" she pronounced, lifting her hand in this unconscious state, with tears on her cheeks, she was always unconscious though the pain she transmitted was unwholesome for my heart.

I could taste the bitterness of the pain I was feeling as if It was on my tongue. I tightened her wiping the tears, and I cried on her shirt as a baby, this was the sadder event I had always witnessed.

Her body temperature was increasing, I cried out to get the nurse and she came and she injected her with a treatment that made her come down.

I cried all that night without rest, Mrs. Lucas was no more with us, and we would never see this smile again, this good humor she struggled to bestow everywhere she was. I was loving her as a mom.

The sun rose, and I had spent the night without even closing my eyes, they were swollen and red.
My physical state was pitiful.

Whitney stood nonchalantly, raising her head slowly, her hand on her head as if she wanted to calm the headache.

I precipitated myself toward her to sustain her,
"Good morning babe," she greeted with the smile she always showed.

"Why are you in this awful state?" she questioned as if she had forgotten everything that occurred.

"Where are we? the vacation is already finished?" She added questions over questions, without waiting for the answer to the previous one.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I saw the desperate situation in which she was.
"Why are you crying?" she asked, wiping away the tears from my cheeks, and pressing her lips on my cheeks.

On her feet, she walked stumbling at every footstep until she reached the closet to pee.

"I made dreadful nightmares babe" she started, with a tiresome voice.

I was speechless, I didn't know what else to do, I just listened to her
"In this nightmare, mum died," She spoke, standing at the entrance of the bathroom.
I cried as never I did for someone.

She thought it was just a nightmare, just an illusion, this was what she had in mind.

I looked at her and moved my glance from hers
my finger on my eyes to retain those tears to not fall. What else should I do? Remembered that all those things were real, that it wasn't a dream? I couldn't, I didn't have this strength.

My fingers were on my eyes and I pressed them, I didn't want any tears to escape my control again, though it was stronger than I.

My breath increased, My chest moved faster, and I let out a sob, a loud one. And tears started unexpectedly falling, running as a cascade, impossible to stop down my cheeks.

"What is going on babe?" she started to be alarmed, and her breath slowly changed.

She looked through the open windows of the room and discovered we were no more on this island, we were not there which connoted something.

Her eyes started to get wide open and wet, she turned on the light in the room, and we were in my villa.

"Don't tell me it wasn't a nightmare babe," her heart started beating harder.

She went on her knees to me, holding my pants
"Tell me something, I need your word, tell me all that things are just a nightmare" she pronounced, already falling into tears.

The only response she got was that miserable physic situation in which I was and the tears she saw coming down my cheeks.

She understood, her hand on her head, madly shaking her hair, she started crying, she cried, screaming her mother's name.

"Why I couldn't just live a happy life like everyone?" she sobbed,

She was inconsolable, she had just started to enjoy that new life's style I was showing her.
This death messed up everything.

I went and tightened her, but I didn't find any word worthy to say at this moment, I let her sentiment overflow, she had to cry, and I shouldn't stop her.
She needed it.

"Why?" In her sob, she succeeded to find the breath to utter.

I kissed her forehead. "Why my mother? she was the only family I had, Why was she the one God choose to retire from earth?" she questioned.

She became weak and was almost falling asleep again.
The reality was a burden too heavy to carry.
I impeded her to sleep, I was the one now who should look after her and protect her from everything.

I restricted her to sleep she had to eat something, since our departure from the island she hadn't put something inside her mouth, I was the only one now who would take care of her.