Love Doesn't Exist (Romance Comedy)

Chapter 1: My Story.

Alison's POV:

"MOM!" I yell as I get up for breakfast munching on a piece of bread before I go up the stairs to find her. I've been calling her all day and she hasn't answered?

Was she awake? She couldn't possibly be sleeping could she? She's the first one awake, just to annoy me whenever I'd still be sleeping. Ugh, sometimes I wish I had no mother. She does nothing to help me. Complains and whines all day. I thought the child was supposed to do that.

As I walk up the stairs I see a tiny small paper falling from the top with small little writing in it.

Curiously, I arch my eyebrows and get the piece of paper in my hands with struggle since there is wind blowing the paper down.

I open it up and notice it read "HELP."

I open and close my mouth unable to get words to come out. What was this? Wha-

I get interrupted as I feel my chest take a blow to the ground

I feel my ankle twist as I fall down the stairs and groan in pain, blown by the strong wind. I land on my back and on the way down I hit the side of my head with the last step. I land on the bottom of the stairs with confusion written on my face just as I try and get up and try to open my eyes. Everything seems extremely blurry to the point where I could only see the colours of where everything is. I could feel my eyes slowly closing and i see a bright light appearing everywhere on my I see an apparition with a long white dress on the top of the stairs with blonde hair. Is that mom?

"MOM HELP ME" I scream in pain coming from both my ankle and head. "Ugh!" I try to talk more but the numbness from earlier makes it hard to make words easy to hear. Only close to a whisper my voice is able to come or as.

{End of Dream}

"Alison!" I hear a small voice calling, and the scene in front of me disappears slowly, shading into blackness. Although its image is gone I can still hear chaos in pitch black.

"Alison wake up!" I suddenly see a light and I feel my body jump up, also noticing someone beside me, now laying in the floor from my bed where I jumped from.

"MOM!" I scream jumping from my bed and running downstairs trying to find her. I noticed by one of the open windows as in going downstairs that it's pretty late. Maybe like 12am? Im not entirely sure. As I'm going down I also bump my hip into the stairs and make a noise similar to a groan.

As soon as I get downstairs the first place I look is in the kitchen, the only thing there was dirty plates filled with lasagna from yesterday's dinner.

"Mom?" I run back up the stairs after I hear nothing from downstairs and I trip on the last one only to find that someone held me before I fell.

My brother, David picks me up with his little arms and I pull him up to my chest, he then softly whispered in my ear "Ali? What's wrong?" I stare at him curiously and I sigh loudly watching the tears gathering into his big light blue eyes. Then out of the blue, he hugs me closer to his body and starts sobbing, full on sobbing.

And then it hit me.

Mom died a few months ago. "David...please don't cry." I continue, "Mom loves you, she wouldn't want you to be sad." I smile sadly at some of the memories I've had with both of them. "Remember what she said before she died?"

He nods and keeps crying, just not as loud as before. "Sh-" he hiccups quietly and repeats his sentence. "She wanted me to take care of you because I'm supposed to be a big boy of a brother, an-" he can't continue without having another tear come out from his left eye but, he smiles slightly from the memory I'm guessing before he breaks down again full on sobbing again.

"Shh, David it's okay, come on let's go" I say trying to plaster a smile across my face just to make him feel better. I pull on his shirt trying to get us both off the ground and up to his room where he can rest until he calms down.

I open up his bedroom door and put him into he bed, making sure he takes his blanket before he falls asleep. He cuddles with it, and I have to remind myself that he is the younger child and that I have to put all my efforts in order to not screw up his future with all this sadness and all the chaotic dreams I've recently been having.

His name is David, my 6 year old brother who had always been very close with my mom. He would always be around the house with her, all the way from baking, to just watching a regular tv show with him. Or course, he would always be spoiled and when he lost her, he just lost himself. He couldn't think, he would always randomly cry, he would even start having nightmares everyday to the point where we couldn't let him go to bed alone without having him scream to the top of his lungs crying for someone to go to his room. He changed extremely, he would always be giggly and had a bubbly personality but then his maturity level for his age levelled up and he was always shy, quiet, or just serious about everything. He changed completely, like a new person born.

I mean, it hit me hard too but, I always would contain myself from being sad, or I would cry to myself never I front of everyone, I had to be alone or I would just be asking for attention and to be completely honest, friends didn't help at all. They just come and go. The worst part was school, everyone would come up to me and ask me if I was okay. I would always answer that I'm fine and they would believe it because I was always laughing and smiling. Never a tear at school. Of course nothing is ever as it seems because as soon as I got home I would have continuous mental breakdowns crying and begging for her to come back.

Asking God for all this to just be a dream, to have her wake up in my arms, and to have he scent and laugh fill the room. I regret ever not wanting to spend time with her because you don't know what you lose until it's gone. Although my faith -religion wise- wasn't as strong as my moms, I would always pray because I knew that would be one way that I could connect to her. Her religion as a catholic would always be a strong part in her part. She would always beg me to pray but, I would always deny and tell her that I was busy. I would always avoid her. I miss her so much.

A tear slides down my cheek as I feel the pain from her death coming back to me again. I breathe in and take a deep breathe out. I go up to my bed and lie down, just staring at my walls and ceilings. On my right I see a photo wall filled with all my memories up to my moms death. I didn't put her funeral photos there but, I kept her photos from before. She has light brown hair just like mine and a rare type of dark blue eyes. Everyone close to her would always cry when they saw me. They said that I would remind them of her and that I'm a "Precious Gem."

Sadly I don't think so, my mom was just so...perfect. She had the most beautiful body and personality. She would never make someone feel bad and she was always nice to everyone.

My brother took my dads side of my family with the characteristics and physical aspect of things, he had a dark blonde almost close to dirty blonde hair with light blue eyes. I guess that's why him and mom loved each other.

I somehow ended up falling asleep, feeling my eyes closing slightly, the last thing I notice is my breathe getting shallower and slower, almost seeming as relaxed. I see the dark night with its shining stars and mumble to myself before I close my eyes shut and rest for the next day to come.

A/N

Hey! This is pretty important to read because as you can see it's a new story! Yay! I will be updating my other story that's based on this cute plot line {Has a trigger warning} and it's based on basically a story about this otp that I shop a lot. (TROYLER at) so you guys should go check it out.

Anyways! This story will most likely turn out to be a comedy maybe some trigger warnings here and there but, this will pretty much cover the basics of what it is like being a girl!

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