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    Heaven's Overrated

    Heavens overrated.

     

    Chapter 1

     

    It has been 2 months since father died and 2 months since mother became ill. The doctors were surprised she had lasted this long and they gave her a week longer at most. I was in my room when Maria, our maid, came towards my room at a deadly pace.

    “ Mr mason your mother is dieing!” It appears I wouldn’t even get a week, no, god wanted her now! I ran downstairs, something I was never allowed to do, to where I knew my mother would be. With disastrous consequences. I fell down the entire flight of stairs and landed in a pile at the bottom. I groaned and looked up in a daze. That’s when I saw him; Carlisle Cullen I believe his name was. He was the doctor that assisted father when he was taken ill.

    “Mr mason! Are you alright?” I nodded in acknowledgement

    “Mother, she’s not going to make it is she? She’s going to join father isn’t she?” I demanded

    “I am uncertain of that Mr Mason” He replied. Then he held out his hand. I took it, “It’s so cold” I mused but I did not flinch as that would have been rude, I had not been raised to be rude. He helped me to my feet then said

    “You should not run Mr Mason, your 17, surely your mother has warned you” How did he know I was 17?

    “Happy Birthday dear boy” he added. Yes, I was 17 today and this is the present I get!

    “I want to see mother,” I declared. I walked to where my mother was lying in her room and knelt beside her. She looked like hell, pale with a green tint. Sweat covered her. I knew these were the last few moments of her pain filled life.

    “Happy birthday love” mother croaked. “ Would you like your present?” What? Can she be serious?

    “The only present I want from you is your full recovery!”

    “Edward, we both know that’s not going to happen” I sighed, I knew what she was saying was true. Her body was too weak to fight anymore, I’d lost her.

    “Your present “ she continued, as if nothing had happened “is Doctor Cullen. I know you are getting the influenza Edward, there is no denying it, but Doctor Cullen can help you! She looked up to the doctor and beckoned him forward.

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