Chapter 1 :)

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Ella (mom)-

It's been 16 years since I gave birth to Justin, I feel so bad that he didn't get to be raised  by his real mum, I missed his first steps, first word, I missed everything...  I Need to get out of here, but I can't. I've been so sick and the doctors think my mental state can be fatal and effect my health .I wish Justin could see his mother as a normal, loving person who has been there for him since the day he was born. I don't want him to see me as some one crazy, as someone who murdered their high school sweetheart . I didn't do anything wrong  and I don't deserve this . I wake up slowly and realise I'm in a hospital bed with Justin next to me crying. 


Justin (son) -

I miss my mum. My auntie treats me right, but it doesn't feel right spending my 16th without my mum. I've heard that she is very sick and I  can't stop thinking about the 3 years I spent with her knowing that might be the only time I  will ever spend with her. My dad left knowing that he will have to raise me on his own. My mum always told me he was a good guy but I don't believe her. My mum said she did nothing wrong but there is proof that she killed Michael, her boyfriend from when she was my age, in the night of their 3 month anniversary. She claims to still be sane, and that's what worries me the most.     

I'm doing my homework when my auntie knocks on the door and tells me to pack my stuff and go to the mental hospital because my mum is very sick and she will die very soon. I burst out crying while I put my shoes on and left the house with my auntie and uncle. My auntie tried to calm me down but it was like trying to fit all the drops of rain in one cup without it leaking.

We arrive at the hospital and I demand to see my mom. I run to her room to find that she is not there... I start to cry even more so i run to the hospital part of it to see my mum was being treated  with medicine to calm her down after a heart attack. She told me to come close as she will tell me a secret. She tells me that " I'm not as crazy as everyone says  I am. Trace my steps and come find me". I hope that she meant is a metaphor that  she will see me in heaven, but after meeting her, I am not so sure.

Ella (mom) -

I was told that I was extremely sick; they were right, my mental state is fatal. I start to panic as I was told that if my mental well-being didn't improve , I could die in the next few weeks.The cortisol has taken over my body, I lack serotonin. Consequently, these things can take away the happy things in life making me more depressed which could effect my physical health and as the doctor told me, it did.

It didn't effect me, or how I lived the last few weeks of my life. I knew it would end there.

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