~Galaxies Apart~

Prolougue

~AN~

Hey guys, this is the re-write of "A Galaxy Apart" I'm re-writing everything for the better of this story. I started this again completely from scratch. I hope you all enjoy this one much more than the first. Enjoy! Please leave your thoughts in the reviews on how I did. :) By the way, Lilly is about 6 in this, which makes her 32 later on. I'm also just going to say Peter is 34 later on as well.

I don't think I could completely grasp what was happening at the moment. Mom was in the hospital. She had been, actually, for a while now. But it wasn't until today that I realized the situation was serious.

They called us in. Grandpa took us there in his car with glossy eyes. He kept on telling us that everything was going to be fine. Mom was fine, they just wanted us to see her. But something in his teary eyes convinced me otherwise.

When we arrived, Grandpa made us stay in the lobby while he and the other relatives and friends of mom stayed in her room. I couldn't understand why Peter and I couldn't see her yet.

So that's where we are right now. I'm sitting in a cold chair, right beside Peter. Peter, was taking this harder. I could see it. He's been listening to mom's walkman since the ride to the hospital. His face was emotionless and he wouldn't look at anything but the floor.

I almost felt like crying at that point. Peter was depressed and I was just sitting here, not sure what to do. Not even sure how to feel. Was mom going to be fine, or not?

"Peter?" I asked loud enough to be heard through the headphones.

He looked at me and took off the headphones. "Yeah, Lilly?"

"Mom, is okay. Right? She's getting better?"

He stayed silent for a minute before answering. "I... yeah, she's getting better." He hesitated.

"What are you listening to?" I changed the subject.

Instead of saying anything, he simply handed me the headphones, which I slipped on carefully. As soon as I did just that, the soothing music of, "I'm not in love" filled my ears.

I didn't know why Peter was listening to something so depressing. My favorite song from the mixtape had to be, "Hooked on a feeling". I don't know why, it was just happy, upbeat. It reminded me of nice memories.

I slipped the headphones off and gave them back to Peter. I didn't feel like listening to music now. My feelings were to mixed about what was happening.

Grandpa later came out of the room. He kneeled in front of Peter and I. Peter was still listening to his music and didn't bother looking up at him. "Peter, Lilly. Your mom wants to speak with you two."

Peter still didn't pay attention. "Come on, let's take these things off." Grandpa took the headphones off for Peter.

Grandpa let Peter stand up, he then packed the walkman and headphones in Peter's backpack he had along. I didn't bother taking anything, well, except for my stuffed dog toy. That was in Peter's bag too though.

As Grandpa ushered us along into the room, I took Peter's hand. I gave him a smile. He just looked at me with no emotion. He said mom was going to be okay. Why was he acting like this?

My mood instantly changed as we enetered the room. It was full of relatives and friends of moms. Someone was holding her hand, another was weeping. It than hit me in the gut that maybe everything was not okay.

Grandpa kept us moving until we were on mom's right side.

She didn't look the same. Dark circles protruded around her eyes and her skin was paler than usual. Yet, the only thing I could focus on was her dry, pink chapped lips.

They were once moist and plump. And were always smiling.

She looked at us before speaking. "Peter, Lilly." She managed a stiff smile.

Peter refused to look at her. He kept staring at the ground while Grandpa held his shoulders. But I smiled. Or, I tried to.

There wasn't something right. Mom looked like she was gasping for air. Like a fish out of water. I tried to bite my tongue, but I couldn't help but ask. "Mommy, what's wrong?"

I saw her tough smile falter. She looked at me with intensisty and passion. "I'm going, Lilly."

I scrunched my face at the question. I didn't know what she meant. Going? Going where? Why? I know that I should know it, but I just don't.

"Peter." She said with as much strength as she could muster.

Peter stayed quiet before answering back. "You're leaving us."

I saw her smile slightly again. "You sound just like your daddy. Just like an angel. I'll be with them soon."

I did understand that.

"You got a present there for Peter and Lilly, don't you?" Grandpa asked, changing the subject.

She took a few deep breaths. "Of course." She reached over on her bed, and lifted up a small gift and letter. Well, Grandpa had to assist in that as well.

"Here, I got you." He mumbled while he gingerly placed the items in Peter's backpack.

"Grandpa is going to take such good care of you two. But I am still depending on you to look over your sister. Promise me that, Peter." She said weakly.

"I promise." I heard him mumble.

"Alright? Peter, Lilly, take my hand."

With haste, I took her hand. Peter, however, looked away from her with watery eyes.

"Take my hand, Peter." She said with more force.

"Peter." My Grandpa tried to gain his attention.

"Peter." I said loudly, "Take mom's han-"

But I was cut off by a long and steady beep. I looked over at mom, and saw that she was now motionless, with her eyes closed lightly. Like she was sleeping.

"Mom?" I asked, no response came.

"Mom?! NO, no. Mom!" Peter began sobbing.

It was then I understood the situation. The back of my throat started hurting and tears wallowed in my eyes. "Mommy! Wake up!" I started shouting.

Peter lunged forward toward her, only to be stopped by Grandpa. I tried to stay with her as well, but Grandpa dragged us both out of the room within' seconds.

By this time I was hysterical. Sobbing and screaming with Peter.

"Noooo!" Peter shrieked.

"Just stay here, please." Grandpa pleaded with glossy eyes himself before dissapearing into the room.

I had no words left at this point. I was on the ground, sobbing. Mom was gone. She was gone. She was never coming back and she was gone. That's all I could think about.

Peter stood there in shock for a moment. But it was only a moment before he bolted down the hallway to the EXIT doors.

I leaned up from my misery, realizing he was gone. "Peter!" I yelled.

I stood up, weakly, and started running after him.

Once I was outside, I was only greeted with silence. Silence and darkness, but Peter was nowhere to be seen.

"Peter?" I asked out loud. No response.

"Peter!" I yelled loudly. Still no response.

I grew worried, "Peter!" I yelled with all my might, only to be greeted with the same, lurky silence.

I sat out there until Grandpa found me. All I could think to do was cry. Two of the most important people in my life were suddenly whisked away at once. Grandpa called the cops, but they searched to no avail.

He was gone.

The search went on for years before they concluded that he was dead. They gave up after 17 measly years. But, I knew he was still out there. He was alive. I couldn't explain it, but, he just was. Maybe, I would never see him again, but to know that he would have another life somewhere else comforted me.

Even if I wasn't apart of it.