Maria's (Mom.) POV- I hate this. Always choked on my words, the thought exploding in my brain, but my tongue refusing to do what I ask. Every time I close my eyes, orange flames imprint in my vision, licking at my eyelids as the horrific memory plays in my mind. I never wanted to be like this. I never wanted this! I wanted to be a free mother. To watch her sons achieve their dreams, not to hold them back with my frail body calling for constant attention! I wanted to watch my daughter mature from a naïve young child, into a wise young woman, prepared to greet the world open armed, and open hearted. Why me? My long legs, they lay still under my lush sheets, not even a whisper of feeling, a glimmer of movement sparking them to life. The legs I used to dance with, the legs that helped me stand to see the world in a new perspective.This happens to all of my body, the condition creeping up my legs, tight, unwanted vines curling around my torso. They stop at the hollow of my neck, granting my heavy head movement, allowing my eyelids freedom to blink back my self pitiful tears. "Why!" I scream, for hours, my throat burning from it's use, tears burning my cold face as they escape from my eyes. I still feel the burn, in my heart. "Why..." this time tears choke my words as I spill out my feelings to myself, my gentle eyes closed, the heat of red flames attacking my memory. I clench my fist, angry a- Wait? I clench my fist. I clench my fist!
Lucas' POV: Mother starting shouting me, a sense of urgency hinting in her tired voice. "Lucas!" She gasped, obviously a huge amount of precious air wasted to shout my name. I dropped the book I was reading with a loud thud, and bounded up the stairs to answer my mothers call. "Yes Mom?" I whispered softly, knocking lightly on her door. "Come in! Come in!" She said excitedly, and I pondered why she wasn't speaking in Italian. My feet sunk into the plush carpet, as I wandered over to her warm bed, not taking much notice of her until I felt for her legs and realised that they weren't there. I looked up, and she was sat cross-legged on the bed, arms outstretched, grinning madly from ear to ear. "Mom!" I hugged her tightly, filling that empty space between her arms, hearing her heart beat wildly and watching her smile grow bigger with every second. "Lucas, you don't know how happy I am! Oh gosh, to feel you in my arms again!" I nodded, lying against her, feeling like a bouncing six year old again, a tear bursting with joy and happiness rolling down my cheek. My mothers soft arms wrapped gently around me, after all this time. So much wasted time. "Zee and J are gonna be so overjoyed!"