Alone

* ATTENTION!!!! THERE ARE MORE PARTS!!!!!!! THIS IS PART ONE OF "ALONE" *

Chapter One: The Day I met my worst enemy, Change….

It was another one of those days…cold, rainy, dreary looking afternoons here in  Doncaster…. I sigh to myself as I aimlessly stare out my bedroom window. I lazily removed myself off my day bed, and headed downstairs to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea….

“Hey Charlotte  Honey, how are you feeling?” my mother asked peering around the cabinet door as I skimmed over the tea selection

“Fine, it’s just so…so- My words were cut short by my lack of energy

“Shitty, Gloomy, Dark, Depressing? Any of those words come close?” My mom said with a soft giggle

“Yeah something like that” I said, grabbing a random teabag and closing the cabinet door….

I walked around my mom, who was busying herself with some mail on the counter, I slipped pass her, making my way to the stove to start the kettle… After a few minutes of silence in the kitchen, it was broken by the steaming roar of the tea kettle…I flipped the stove to “off” and removed the kettle from the hot burner….I ripped open the wrapping the teabag was in, plopped it in the cup I’d gathered, and once again grabbed the tea kettle to poor the searing hot water into my cup….

“Mmm…dad’s  tea….” I murmured to myself, while my nose hovered over the strong herbal tea

“What did you say sweet?” Mom said looking surprised at my mention, which I meant to keep hidden under my breath

“Oh nothing mum” I said while swiftly trying to move passed her up to my room….

“…Bullshit….” I heard my mom whisper the words under her breath, and in response I rolled my eyes while stepping up the stairs….

“Ahh” a sigh of relief washed over me as I laid on my day bed once again, with my cup of tea in hand, watching the rain droplets trickle down my window, and the steam from my tea, dance around the cup….I always secretly loved seeing the rain fall...It gave me another reason to stay inside, and spend time reading, writing, drawing, or even singing…..

After I’d finished my cup of tea, I placed the empty cup on my night stand, and grabbed my composition notebook from my study, and opened it up to a clean page…. My hand glided across the paper, as I sung out words that all came together to form verses for a song….

“He sweetly stole your heart away and he snatched it from your hands,

You fell in love too fast, gave him up to easily, then watched his heart ,

Fall to the ground, as you pulled it right out of his chest….”

My words stopped pouring out of my mouth as I heard, who I supposed was my mom, knocking at my bedroom door….

“Come in” I said as I attached my pen on the spine of the composition book, and laid it back on the study… Mom opened the door and hastily walked over to the edge of my bed, sitting down.

“Here Lottie, come sit down” Mom said, patting an empty space next to her…

“What’s up mom? You seem anxious” I said sitting down next to the jittery woman…

“Well, Honey I don’t want you to get upset….” My mother tried  to ease into what I knew was going to be bad news...

“Go ahead mum, shoot”  I said crossing my legs, and listening attentively, waiting for the bad news ahead….