But, mere days after my eleventh birthday, she passed away. No one knew the true cause for her passing, but many believed the cats turned on her and a...e her alive. I never believed such a thing. I had often fantasized about seeing her again, but knew it was nothing more than wishful thinking. Yet there I stood, feeling like an excited little girl visiting her favorite aunt after a long day at school. I feared I had reverted back to that innocent little girl, yet a quick downwards glance told me. I glanced at a grandfather clock. It struck 10. I knew I had a few hours left of peace and serenity, I might as well enjoy them. I cracked open a book and began reading. Losing myself in the pages. A few hours later Sonya brought me a cup of coffee. Something I really needed.I was working on the last book I had grabbed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned to see who it was. Drake returned my frightened stare with a warm and comforting smile. He slowly ran his fingers through. Every pore of my skin hurt, every opening was throbbing and split. My flesh was raw, my muscles bruised and stiff, the soles of my feet aching and sore. I was a bloody wreck. I could not believe I was still alive. My throat burned for moisture and finally, after croaking out plea after hoarse plea, I was given a few swallows of water by a passing crew member. Not enough to slack my thirst but just enough to keep my lips from cracking and make me more desperate for more liquid. Just before. Charles looked at his mom. He wasn't sure what he was going to tell her."Had lunch with the boys mom. At The Elvis," Charles said."Well it seemed to me like you had a good time. I mean you came back from lunch much longer than usual!!" Sara chuckled.Charles sighed. He knew his mom was not mad at him but just curious why he took much longer time to get back to work."Told the guys I got to get back to work but Pete was telling his story and it was a long story," Charles lied."Well I don't care.