I lay on the big bed in my grandmothers house staring at the pale blue ceiling. I couldn't seem to sleep. I turned over to look at the clock. The red numbers flashed 2:10. Just great, I thought as I rolled over. 2o'clock in the fricken morning and I can't sleep. I decided I wanted a cup of hot tea so I rolled out of bed slipping my tiny feet into a pair if fuzzy white slippers. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and looked at myself in the mirror. That should do I thought to myself as I turned and left the room in a purple tank top and booty shorts. No one would be awake anyways. I crept down the stairs into the kitchen looking for the tea and kettle. I filled it with water and set it on the stove to boil. After there was no more noise of me clanging around with the tea kettle I could hear a faint whispering coming from down the hall. I followed the noise stopping at my grandmothers door. I propped my ear against the wood trying to catch what she was saying.
"I knew this was going to happen Phill. You send her over hear knowing full well she will have to stay because you can't man up and take her. I don't see what Margret saw in you at all. I don't understand why she stayed with you all these years. But now she is gone and you are going to just give up on having a life with your daughter too!" She paused to listen to my dad. What did she mean by gone. Mom wasn't gone. Was she? Tears welled up in my eyes as I focused my attention back on the conversation. "I don't care anymore phill. You don't deserve to have a daughter as wonderful as Isabella." I figured the conversation was over when I heard the phone being slammed onto its base.
I gingerly pushed the door open and walked into the room. The first thing I saw was Nana sitting on the end of her bed head in hands crying. That's when I broke. The tears started to flow and I ran over to we hugging her with all I had. I let the tears flow. After a few minutes of our embrace I pulled my head back to look her in the eyes. "Is it true Nana? Is mom really dead?"
She looked at me with sorrow filling her eyes "I am so sorry sweetie. I just talked to your dad. She didn't make the night." The tears started to flow again and this time I couldn't stop it. My mom was dead. The women who had raised me and loved me with all her heart was gone. And I was coming undone.
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I know it was short. Sorry but I couldn't add much more. Anyways the song of the chapter is Undone by Ed Sheeran!! I love him!!!

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Teen FictionBella is sent to the frigid air of the Canadian countryside to stay with her grandma when her mom is diagnosed with cancer. Here she finds a love for things she never would have thought she could love and people who make her head spin