The Fight For Life And School

My mother's dying and it feels as if I'm going with her. I remember the night she came home with tears in her eyes. She sat all of us down and broke the news to us. She had cancer. My father stared at her with tears and my sister walked away. I stayed there for my mothers sake. Her seeing Rosie walk away hurt her more than the cancer ever will. The next day we took her to the hospital--all of us but Rosie who refused to look at mom, let alone be in the same room as her. Ever since then mom has been in and out of the hospital. 

My pen's ink is just starting to disappear. I shake my pen once more, hoping that it will bear with me and work a little while longer. As soon as I begin the next sentance the pen gives up. Frusterated and angry, I throw the pen accross the room. 

The front door opens. I look over and see dad all wet in a tan trench coat. He sets down his black worn out breifcase by the door and leaves his keys on the small table next to the door. He walks through the hallway. As soon as he enters the kitchen, I know he's had a bad day. I keep to myslef and go to pick up my old pen and to get a new one. I sit back down and slouch over my work. 

Dad sighs and grips the counters edge. He stays there for a moment before turing and walking to the sink. The water gushes and cascades down his hands. He turns off the water and quickly dries his hands on the towel that rests on the oven handle. He returns to his old position at the counter.

"Have you and Rosie eaten yet?" He asks quietly. I look up for a moment from my work. Dad's not looking at me. He's looking at the couch that still has mom's old blacket on it from yesterday. I look back down and don't say a word. 

"All right then. I'm going to go to bed. If you want to visit your mother in the morning be up by 6:45." He says before stalking away. Rosie appears from the stairs and slides past dad as he doesn't move.

"Sure, let's not talk about the giant elephant in the house." She says, walking over to the fridge and pulling out the orange juice. I ignore her and continue to work. She takes a sip and stares at me through all that black makeup.

"You haven't said anything all day. What's up?" She asks, sitting down on a stool next to me. Her makeup is sloppily done but I think that's how it's suppossed to be. I continue to concentrate. She taps her fingers against the marble. Her silver braceletes clatter with ever move she makes. She stares down at her orange juice as if it's sour. 

"I haven't talked to mom in a year. Dad doesn't even like to agknoledge that I'm here. I can't loose you to Man." She says. She touches my shoulder delicatly like I would brake if she put all her weight on me. I take a breath and look at her. She has a tear running down her cheek, making some of her makeup go with it. 

"You're ruining your makeup." I say. She wipes her tear away and sniffles.

"Screw my makeup. Manon, you can't disappear. Not now. Okay?" She says. I nod and fiddle around with my pen. Rosie returns to her look of disgust. 

"Cool. I'll see you later." She says, grabbing her cup and walking away, mumbling something about sensitivity. I turn around on my stool and stare at the living room couch. Just yesterday mom was sitting there, laughing at something on the tv. Today she's back in the hospital. 

She's dying because of stupid breast cancer. She's the kind of person who shouldn't be going through this. My mom say's that no one should be going through this. My world is falling apart and I can't do anything but stand here and watch. My mom's fighting for her life and I'm fighting for mine with school. I guess you could say this is the ultimate fight for life and school.

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Hey you guys! I really hope you enjoyed this. I hope to update as much as possible but I'm new to writing two stories at the same time. Please comment, vote, and leave feedback. 

~Cora <3