I took a trembling breath and pushed the door open, wincing at its screeching and creaking.
Such a loud sound in a silent space.
There she was.
Lying in bed with her eyelids partly closed. Despite her pale complexion, my mother still looked like a sleeping angel in her flowing bone-white dress.
Her dark hair surrounded her head, looking almost as if it was swallowing her small young face. I took a tentative step forward, feeling tears form again. My mother still hadn't moved.
I took a couple more steps closer and reached out a shaking hand, touching her cold skin gingerly.
"Mama?" A scared and small voice came from between my lips. "Y-You were right. Im-Im sowry for being mean."
"M-Mama?" My voice began to break and my tiny body started to shake violently. "Im-Im sowry!"
The room kept its persistent silence. It felt as if the world had a deep anger for me and my unforgivable sin. I started to scream at her. "MAMA! WAKE UP! PLEASE IM SOWRY!"
I grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her roughly and praying she would wake. Then I noticed the blue in her lips.
The stillness of her chest.
I stumbled back, tripping and landing on the freezing floor with limbs splayed.
I didn't even attempt to rise, just curled into a ball and begged any known higher power for this day to be only a dreadful dream of my worst fears. But... nothing. I had nothing.
Because my mother was dead. And it was all my fault.