mia bella ~ v.d.a

ch 2- mom

VICTORIAS POV***

Wow.

That's what popped into my mind. I continued listening to the brunette girl sitting beside me. I felt so bad for her, my heart started to ache. I could never imagine loosing my whole family, yes my mom is no longer with us, but I still have my sister and dad, and they're the best. Plus losing my bestfriend. I just met this girl a half an hour ago and I already feel like crying.

Today I recieved the information that my old girlfriend, (who I dated until two months ago) was cheating on me throughout our entire relationship. I felt really betrayed because I did love her very much, but I guess she didn't feel the same.

After the girl finished talking, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. Before I could even say anything, she got up and started walking away, so, naturally, I chased after her.

"Hey look. I'm r-" I got cut off. "really sorry, yea I've heard that one before." The girl turned around and wiped the tears off her face. As I looked at her, I saw the face that reminded me of my sister, when she found out our mom passed.

September 5th 2015

"Hey mom, dad. Look what me and Nica got from th-" I saw my dad rushing out of my mom's hospital room. He came running after me and Nica. "My girls.." he hugged us tight. "W- wait, but I thought Mamma was doing better." I started crying as I saw dozens of people rush into my mom's room. "I know, I thought so too, but heaven had a different choice for your Mamma, okay?" I let go of my dad and moved closer to the hospital room. I could barely see my mom, but I could see the machine beside her. I could hear the sound no one should ever have to hear. The sound of the machine saying my mom is dead. My mom. I only had her for 15 years. Nica only had her for 12.

Why?

I started crying uncontrollably, my dad came up to me and hugged me, my sister joining the hug. I could see her face, she looked so broken, she loved my mom so much, everyday after school she would always rush into the kitchen to help my mom with cooking, and while doing so, they would both ask about eachothers days. It was a tradition they shared. A tradition they could no longer carry on. Not anymore.

"I'm going to hug you." I walked closer to the girl and wrapped my arms around her, she sobbed as I rocked her back and forth. "I know, I know," I said quietly. "I'm sorry" the girl whispered, "you have no reason to apologise to me." I rubbed her back. "Coraline." The girl muttered. "What?" I asked. "My name. I'm Coraline." She said, still buried in my hug.

"It's a lovely name" I said quietly.