Mosaic Broken Hearts

Two hearts, One Sky

The next morning, I woke up a little after 11am. Lizzie was gone but there was a garment bag on her bed and a shoe box with my name on it as well as a smaller box containing a watch.

I chose to ignore it and tried to go back to sleep but my body is very well rested, so it was no use.

My phone kept going off with calls from Cheryl and Kim, but I didn't pick up. I can always tell them my phone was dead and since I am feeling oh so sick I couldn't charge it.

The spot next to me on the bed is cold, Lizzie must've left so long ago. Even though that makes me a little sad, I'm actually glad she didn't wake me up. I couldn't lie to her face; she would've known I was lying.

"Y/N!-" The door slams open. A very out of breath Kimberley is standing over me. "Go shower now-" She rips the sheets off the bed. "I'll be back in an hour and we'll head to Sally's to get ready," she walks over to Lizzie's bed carefully gathering the items.

"Kim- I don't feel good," I try to sound weak and sick.

"No-" she runs her hand through her hair in frustration, "this is the third time I've heard those exact same words. Cheryl, Nicola, and now you? I don't think so- shower now," she leaves before I can even get a word in.

I am so fucked, my excuse didn't work. I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower. I take my sweet time hoping Kimberley would come back and I would still be showering but to my luck she doesn't. The water runs cold, and I get out shivering.

I walk out and she's sitting on the bed, hands folded against her chest.

"Kim-"

"Don't-put this on and follow me," she throws me a pair of shorts and hoodie- they're Lizzie's clothes I can tell by the scent.

"Here-" she drops a pair of slides that are a little too small for me but she doesn't care. She grabs my hand and pulls me behind her.

The whole ride to Sally's is quiet, heavy. Stress radiating off Kim. I tried telling her I really wasn't feeling good, but she shut me down again.

When we get to Sally's the house is a fucking mess. Clothes, shoes, boxes, plastic bags, make up, everything and anything on the floor.

Scarlett, Nicola and Cheryl are sitting in the living room, three people around each of the girls doing their hair, make-up, and nails.

"Miss Walsh," a very gay man comes out of the kitchen with a chair. "Take a seat," the man orders and Kimberley complies, sitting down and taking her hair out and letting it fall loosely down her shoulders.

"Y/N- there's food in the kitchen. Go fill your tummy up and then get dressed." Scarlett tells me, getting a side eye from the person doing her make up.

"And no 'I'm sick' excuses!" Kim shouts making the girls laugh.

"Bella and I tried that," Nicola mumbles, trying not to move her lips too much.

"Aye pet, better luck next time," Cheryl waves me off with her hand and I walk away and into the kitchen.

Salads, cheese and crackers, subs, fruits and drinks spread over the big kitchen counter. My stomach growled at the sight of all the food.

I dish myself a small plate, a little bit of everything.

I devoured everything on plate, I didn't realize I was so hungry until my first bite. I've been staring at the empty plate for a while now, the noises in the living room have not quieted down, instead, they've gotten louder with laugher.

The girls sound happy and I wish I could share the same emotion, but I can't. The missing invitation taking a back seat in my mind as my mother's birthday occupies the front. The thought of hearing her voice makes me physically ill. I don't want to hear her lies and apologies. Nothing she'll ever say could make me forgive her let alone forget everything she put me through.