Hi Mom

They just replied my question with foolish stares, probably surprised by the question. But I wasn't surprised; I was oblivious of the meaning that they didn't want to provide.

So my mind went back to Mrs. Charlotte's social studies class in the elementary school: According to Mrs. Charlotte, a fiancé is a man engaged in a relationship. So if a fiancé is a man that is engaged to marriage then fiancée definitely has to be for the female species, it was then it dawned on me- father is planning on getting remarried!

After a minute I let out an agonizing yelp, forcing my veins to protrude from my neck, but quickly shut up when I sensed the headaches running back speedily, small whimpers escaped my mouth as I fell to the floor; breathing shakily.

"What's wrong with you Trevor?" Caroline crouched down to me, placing her hand on my forehead which I forcefully swatted away making her drop heavily to the ground and my violent action was quickly followed by a deafening slap from her 'fiancé'. Only that- just that collision with my father's big, rough hand and my soft, embonpoint cheek was all the headache needed to rekindle and when it did, I fell, two severe experiences in a day was just so unbearable but before screams could escape my already open mouth my eyelids shut and I couldn't relate anymore with my surroundings, I had lost consciousness, everywhere got dark and utterly silent...

But is it death if you are still conscious? Well I was. My unconsciousness lasted for a few minutes before I regained awareness. I was alive in a place different from home, very different from our world, it looked so much- an alternate dimension, a dimension where land was water and water was cloud, where the borders were dark and invisible but the spaces were lifelike yet I didn't see an inhabitant till I turned my head to the right where I saw a man in a white garment, he had a long hair behind him and he sat on the ground (technically water) with his legs arched and I heard his hums; not the usual melodic or rhythmic humming, they were eccentric, very strange, more like incantations and chants. It was when I walked closer to him that I realized who it was- the strange man from the market, I darted backwards at this cognition, gasping terrifiedly.

"Welcome Trevor." He said, not even offering me the quickest glance. His voice was less freaky here and I appreciated it, but I was still confused; what am I doing here!?

"Hey." I fearfully said, noticing how my words reverberated continuously in the space I stood on.

"You are here so early boy." He chuckled and quickly grimaced, standing to his feet.

His chuckle was very strange to me because I was expecting something like a cackle or guffaw, just something weird and inhuman.

"So early? I don't understand mister." I said, looking directly at his burnished black eyeballs.

"Never mind Trevor, but since you are here," He smiled prettily. "Why don't we get started?" His gleeful laugh filled the whole space.

"Begin with what?" I asked, narrowing my eyebrows towards him.

"I got your request about your mother." He sternly announced.

"You did?" I confusedly asked, looking all over at him in confusion.

"Yes, and I must say you are a fool for being so prehensile on your very first update." He snickered.

"Wait you are the Universe? You manifest wishes?" I asked as we walked straightforwardly and I sighted a cloudy door; made of literal cloud.

"No," He lowly responded. "I programmed the Universe; I am the god of Elysium." His smiley face looked down at me.

"God? Like Jehovah?" Even though the question sounded foolish I still asked it, I had too, after all I was in a very strange place and the least I could do was make inquiries.

"No, no, no, not Jehovah Trevor, just a minor, like the sentinel of here." He said and walked into the cloudy door like it was never there, he didn't knock, turn a knob, a handle or even touch the door, he just walked in like he was made of air.

"Come on." His head popped out from the clouds and smiled at me.

"What? I can do that?" I asked, tottering towards the door.

"Don't make me call you a fool once more." He snickered and removed his head.

Why put a door here if anybody can just walk right in? I wondered as I entered the clouds; it was warm and soft, tempting me to stand in it and relish the cozy sensation but before I could gather my thoughts 'Mr. Universe' pulled me by my hand to a well conduced, illuminated room with several people in white garments; sitting in cloudy chairs and pinning their gazes to machines that I just couldn't identify with.

"Welcome to the Elysian Fields Trevor." The sentinel said whisperingly.

'The Elysian Fields?' there was a strong sense of déjà vu when I heard the word but I just couldn't place where I heard it from or understand what it meant.

"Sorry, I don't understand." I said, gazing all over the room with a bewildered expression.

"The Elysian Fields; where the deceased find utmost happiness Trevor..."

I cut him off with a gasp. "Am I dead?" I asked affrightedly, watching him smile.

"Apparently." He said calmly, winking a snowy eyebrow.

"And everybody in this room, including you?" I asked, running my hand through my hair.

"Exactly," He grinned. "Except me, I never was born." He chuckled. "Well since you're here already, why don't you follow me?"He opened his hand and I eagerly took it.

He led me to another room that looked more 'Elysian' than the previous, the room was impressively grandiose, it looked like it hadn't any borders; an unending room, one too many deceased were in the room; chatting, playing, being human. All boys, girls, men, women were in this room and that left me wondering if he was going to leave me here, in Elysium?

"Veronica." His voice surprisingly reverberated in the room, echoing repetitively.

Veronica? I knew that name; it wasn't just a familiar recognition, it just felt too familial and I knew immediately who it was, she had been here all this while! She had been dead but alive in a place so much beautiful than earth! But if she had been here since forever why didn't he bring her back when I asked?

Then I saw a woman running from the pavement the ghosts created, she looked exactly like herself in the eighteen year old photograph, eighteen years and she hadn't changed one damn bit and that was quite amazing- a place of immortality. My mother ran towards me and the sentinel in bedazzling smiles, the white sloppy garment she wore was flying to the speed of her footrace.

I couldn't hold the excitement that intumesced in me; I dashed to her happily but the surprise expression that clouded her face halted me immediately; of course she wouldn't know me.

I stopped and grinned at her and she smiled back, but with weak beams, I could clearly perceive the dazzling scent of 'Elysian flowers' as she ran past me. I inhaled the perfume and sighed cozily before turning to her; she had already stopped and was looking at me too in a countenance that expressed awe.

Our eyes locked and I was gazing at her sapphire eyeballs as she stared at mine, a clear look of surprise crossed her face.

"Trevor?" She said, gaping at me.

"Mom." I smiled, running and embracing her eagerly, but her hug was cold, like she never wanted to see me and it wasn't long before she disembodied from me.

"You're dead?" Her voice wavered.

"What it seems like." I said ecstatically. "Life's cursed mother." I continued, shaking my head as if in desperation.

"No, no, no." Her cheeks reddened with emotions. "Darling you can't be here, you must go back!" She briefly held my shoulders before running to the sentinel and I followed her closely.

"You have to take him back, please." She pleaded.

"Yes, I would," He smiled at us. "After he feels like his wish is granted." His now wore a gloomy face and tilted to me, "And Trevor, the prospected spirit to return to its flesh isn't to spend less than forty-five minutes here, else you the gate would close and you would be stuck." He said and walked away.

It didn't matter to me, I wished for the gate to shut or whatever to happen for me to remain here and not in my world; a world so unpleasant, so wicked, disgusting, traumatizing, motherless.

I stood on the floors of Elysium; smiling sweetly at my mother.

"You are really pretty." I said admiringly and noticed how her cheeks blushed.

"You too baby, so big." Her eyes trailed to my crown and a joking frown crossed her face.

"Oh mom." I chuckled slimly.

"Where is it?" She laughingly asked whilst ruffling my hair.

"I colored it," I laughed quietly. "Not because I don't like it o' course, I love it, blonde is adorable mother, but you know," I drawled amid laughter. "Stuff." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

"You can't be for real." She laughed gleefully.

"How did it happen?" Her face became grim as she asked.

I knew instantly that the actual truth would dampen her elated mood and now wasn't the time to do anything of that such, at least not my first time in sixteen years to really talk to my mother aside surrealism so I wouldn't just blast the words that her husband murdered her son because of a girl he now calls fiancée.

"Trevor." She pressed my shoulders; bringing me out from earth.

"Mother." I smiled weakly.

"How did you die?" The question waved past my ears again.

"'Twas an accident." I said, still thinking for a more suitable reply.

But with the way my mother narrowed her eyebrows I knew definitely she wasn't satisfied, she expected a continued explanation, her brows furrowed deeper the exact same way I looked at Stacey when we spoke about Kevin.

"Mom, the Doctor said I've got it too." I finally said, hoping she'd buy it.

"My tumor?" She asked; gaping her mouth surprisedly.

"Yes, it got acute today," I laughed. "Sorry what's today?" I asked.

"Day is always day and night is always day." Mother smiled. "Continue." She prompted.

"Oh, cool, so as I was saying; I experienced the symptoms twice today; acutely." I said the partial truth as I smiled pleasantly at her.

"But you can't stay here Trevor, you must linger my descent baby." Her fingers gently pinched my cheeks.

I felt now would be the perfect time to tell her about Stacey and how I planned asking her out.

"How's your dad?" She asked, holding my hands and looking closely at my eyes.

"Hmm," I sighed. "He misses his wife." I lazily smiled back at her grin.

"You need to have a surgery Trevor okay, talk to him about the impo..."

I cut her off with impulsive utterances. "A surgery when we barely eat?" It was after the words broke out from my unsealed lips that I clapped my mouth with my hands.

"What?" She asked lamentably; releasing my hands from her hold.

"Things ain't going well mom, I must tell you the truth." I sighed heavily.

"How's your father?" She asked again with a grim countenance.

"He's a mess mom, a drunk, a jobless man, a loser, almost a psycho," I exhaled sharply bracing myself for the worst. "Now he's a fiancé." I finally whispered.

My mother seemed to experience a heart attack for she kept gasping and holding me shakily.

"He brought you here?" Her voice wavered and her eyes widened.

"Yes." I said seemingly angrily; clenching my fists tightly. "But it's fine mom, nothing can happen to me here right?" I now rubbed her crimson cheeks.

"No!" She shouted, "You have to go back Trevor, right all wrongs," She heaved quietly. "I believe in you." As she said those words I wondered; how do they preserve voices these youthful?

"But I don't wanna go back, I'd die afterwards, I can't go to school, I don't eat, I just don't live in that world ma, I don't want to go." I shifted my gaze from her to my right and there was a couple there; a boy and an older woman snuggling up to each other.

"Don't do this to me Trevor." A tear stroke down her eyes and it got me very furious.

"Fine I'd go, but can I at least spend more time with my mother for the last twenty minutes I've got left?" I grinned at her as she held my wrists.

Her smile was enchanting and I nuzzled her nose...