precious

Chapter 2

Darkness. That's all I see. I slowly open my eyes. Although as soon as I do I wish I hadn't, why couldn't I just stay in my own little world forever? I sigh and slowly stand up. I suddenly feel something wet on my face. I lift up my hand and touch my cheek. I realise I had been weaping.

I move out of Rebecca's room, I stop at the entrance and look back. I see all her college brochures piled on her desk, and clothes left on the floor. I notice her drees from roxy.

*flash back*

"pleaseeeeeeee! Please Rebecca! Let me wear it!!" I begged.

"No way!!!" She screeched. " this is vintage now!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "You got it from ROXY!"

"This dress" she said pointing to it "was a one of a kind my friend got them to make!"

"There's no way on EARTH I'd ever let you wear it!" She yelled as she ran across and jumped on her bed.

I huffed and turned to slam the door. "Bitch.." I muttered under my breath.

"I HOPE YOU GET IN A FATAL ACCIDENT!" I screeched.

"HUH! Even if I did I'd leave my will to say it would never go to you!"

With that I slammed the door.

*present time*

I peaked across the room and picked up the dress. Tears running down my face. "Oh Rebecca..." "Don't leave me here alone" I fell to my knees clutching the dress. Weaping.

After I was done I walked down to the kitchen to see various alchahol bottles open. I breathed in a whiff.

"Far out" I said as I pinched my nose to block the smell.

I walk over to the lounge to see my mum watching more home videos with a bottle of vodka in her hands and lots more empty bottles around her. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had dark purple rings under them.

"Mum...?" I said quietly.

No answer.

I walk in and sit next to her softly touching her shoulder. She doesn't flinch.

"Mum..? You alright?" I say a bit louder.

"She's gone" she says. "She's all gone" she says as she takes another swig of the bottle.

I was about to say something else but stop myself. 'Shes drunk.. She's not gonna listen to me..' I think.

*BRING BRING* the telephone sounds. I look over to my mums. She doesn't move, just takes another drink, longer this time.

I flinch and quickly run over to the hook on the wall.

"Hello?" I say into the telephone.

"Oh good morning is this mrs. Cynthia Farris?"

"No this is her daughter"

"Oh well is your mother around by any chance? This her boss mr. Henderson"

I look over to my drunk mother

"She's... She can't talk to you right now." I settle upon.

"We'll, I just wanted to let her know that she won't be needed at work, because of this uh.. Er.. Unforeseen tragedy."

I snort. But not loud enough as so he can hear 'unforeseen tragedy huh?' Why not just say 'this death that's annoying because you will no longer be working for awhile which leaves me with more work'

He continues "tell her to take her time coming back. And that I will send her, her last pay check she earned. I'm sure the bank will let you take out some money."

"Will do" I say bluntly.

"We'll uh, goodbye and again I'm very s-"

I hang up.

Pity. The one thing I hate.

I face back to my mother and tell her everything he said (not about how rude I and been)

She didn't even look up. She just grunted and went back to drinking.

"I uh, I'm going out mum.." Again no response.

I grab me jacket and handbag.

I open the door and give one worried glance at my mother before closing the door.

I put my hands on my hips and look down the road "where to now?"

Hi guys!! :D hope you liked it. They'll be more coming soooooooonnnn please comment and blah blah blah all that other stuff :P I could've made this a lot longer but, ya know, I'm just lazy and got bored of writing so ill just make up for it in the next chapter, BYEEEE ;D XOXO