AMELIA
I run up to the glass coffin and smile, still feeling the tears of blood wetting my face as I look at my mother's body.
It looks like she's just sleeping, but I can no longer hear her heart beating, and that means she really is dead.
I close my eyes and place my hands on the glass coffin.
"I found you, Mom...", I whisper, opening my eyes and seeing her in a liquid that I still don't know what it is.
She looks the same as when I last saw her when I was just a little girl. This is real, I've found her.
I look up to see the red lights flashing, and I quickly break the glass coffin to see all the liquid pouring out.
I cry harder as my hands pull her out of the broken coffin. Furthermore, I kneel on the floor, placing her head on my legs as I touch her cold face.
"You were here a
