Our Sick Inheritance (editing)

Ch 73 (stacy)- Don't Go!

After cleaning up Stacy had returned to her room to make sure she had everything. She unpacked a few of her outfits since her father had given her five hundred dollars to spend freely plus the money her mom had given her. She planned on replacing the space in her suitcase with new clothes from the great after holiday sales that were taking over every store in Washington. Satisfied with her decision, she looked at the clock. She still had a few hours to kill before she had to leave on the snowy icy roads.

Grabbing her favorite magazine from Paris she subscribed to, Stacy plopped on her bed. It was all written in the French language, for which she took two years of in school just so she would know the basics. Stacy wasn't fluent but she learned enough to get by for when she planned to travel in her career's lifetime. It was also just enough to understand what was going on in the fashion magazine.

Deeply engrossed in the article she was readying, Stacy felt a chill start to move up her legs. Without breaking eye contact with the column of words, she grabbed her blanket on her bed and pulled it up over her legs but it got stuck on her knees as she started to feel the deep icy coldness through her clothes. Her legs felt like led and she couldn't move them. A smell of pungent rot filled her nostrils as if it were coating her pores.

Quickly she moved her magazine from her view and stared at the pale, ugly, ratted and beaten up older version of herself. Jolene crawled up her body and came face to face with Stacy. A wet shiny glisten covered the woman, Stacy could see, feel, and smell it. Her lips were so close to Stacy's that she was afraid if she opened her mouth drips of death's condensation would drop onto her tongue so Stacy pierced her lips together tightly.

All of Stacy limbs were frozen so that she couldn't move any part of her body to throw this woman off her. Frantically she tried to fight the fear that was choking her voice box. Jolene was extremely heavy and Stacy felt that at any moment, her lungs were going to get crushed and her bones were going to break into billions of little pieces as her body was being compressed. To Stacy it felt as if she was lying on a sidewalk with a freezer weighing her down. Tears that ran out of Stacy's eyes were the only thing that screamed her distress. Jolene moved her lips to Stacy's ear.

"Don't go."

Not even caring what she meant or what she was saying, Stacy started to cry harder internally as her eyes felt a hot pressure as if they were getting ready to pop out of her sockets.

"Stacy!"

Stacy could hear her mother call out to her but Stacy couldn't call back. She tried all she could not caring that Jolene was trying to kill her for everything in her told her all she needed to do was make a sound to get her mother's attention.

"Stacy can you hear me?" Alicia called from the distance again.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." Was all Stacy could scream out in her head but her ears only heard her mother's voice and not her own.

Three loud pounds of brick slamming against her door sounded in succession. Stacy felt a lift of spirit as her whole body was lighter than a feather but her heart was racing wild as if she just jumped off the cliff of a mountain.

"Stacy honey, I am leaving." Alicia said knocking softly on the door.

"I didn't mean to wake you, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye before you left for your trip."

Stacy jumped off her bed and ran to her mother wrapping her arms around her body in a hug that wasn't quick. Alicia automatically returned it and looked at her daughter with worry.

"Is everything ok?" Alicia asked.

"Yes, I think I was speaking only French in my dream and forgot English." Stacy said covering the fear of her experience so her mother wouldn't try to make her stay home like her father had.