Lady of the underworld

as he attempted to pull me into his embrace. "Tell me it's not true," I demanded once again as I trembled in his embrace. My gaze met his as I wished for something, anything other than what was h

in my blanket. Memories of our last conversation suddenly started replaying themselves. -------- "I can't wait to see my beautiful baby in her prom dress," Her features softened as she stroked my hair. Her beautiful red hair cascaded down her back in waves as her verdant green eyes sparkled with pride. A sweet smile was evident on my face as I enjoyed the feel of her warm touch. "I can't wait for you to see me in it too, mom!" I let out excitedly, as all I wanted was to look as beautiful as she always did. We had always been close, especially since I was basically her carbon copy, sporting similar red hair and green eyes. ----------- "Mom, I miss you," I cried out as I buried my face in my pillow. Soaking it in my tears. I clutched my chest as the room I once adored suddenly felt overwhelmingly suffocating. I couldn't be alone with my thoughts. "I need to go be with dad," I muttered, as I struggled to get myself out of bed. My entire being felt heavy as I had cried more in the past few hours than I had in the eighteen years I had been alive. I ran as fast as my tired legs could take me, as I wanted nothing more than to see my father. The sudden death of my mother left me with a sense of insecurity; I felt like I could lose anyone at any moment. I wanted nothing more than to be in my father's embrace at that moment. He was, after all, the only family I had left. The beautifully decorated hallway was filled with multiple family portraits. My pace began to slow to a crawl as I took in the different portraits. Tears streamed down my face as I engraved her features in my mind. My gaze blanked as I was suddenly overcome with fear. Fear that someday I would forget the way her fiery red hair cascaded down her back. Or the warmth her green eyes brought me when I got scared. Taking one last look, I wiped the tears off my face with my palms as I picked up the pace again on my way to my father. After what felt like forever, I finally caught sight of the mahogany double doors that represented my father's study. I knew that even if the world crumbled, my father would never leave his study. It was his solace. I stopped in front of the huge m