**** READ 'ON THE ROCKS' BEFORE 'WITH A TWIST'****
She gave up everything for the freedom of others.
She is their everything.
Need I say more?
Started: 26/5/24
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It's been about a week since Theo confirmed my mother is dead.
And I feel nothing and too much all at once.
I've mostly shut myself in my room, only emerging to grab food that Dawson leaves at my door.
They seem to understand I need space to process.
Well.
At first, it was a day of them trying to force their way into the room, which resulted in me sobbing through the door to be left alone.
They understood after that.
I curl myself into a ball on my bed, the overwhelming feeling of numbness spreading through my chest.
Staring blankly ahead of me, I try to force the memories of my childhood when my mother was alive out of my mind.
It's too painful.
I shut my eyes as the scenes of the past invade my mind, too strong to be held back by my willpower.
....
She braids my hair into two French plaits as I sit between her legs on the cold oak floor.
"Remember, honey, never let anyone dull your sparkle... especially men," she whispers into my ear.
"Does daddy dull your sparkle, mummy?" I turn to look at her, my eyes wide.
Her face falls before she quickly recovers, giving me a tired smile.
"Sometimes, honey," she admits before pecking me on the cheek, "that's why you mustn't let ANYONE dull yours. Shine bright like the diamond you are destined to be."
I giggle as she tickles me, rolling about until I'm begging for her to stop between breathless laughs.
"Charlotte, it's time to go," my father's voice cuts through the air like ice.
Mum and I stand up, walking over to him where he is waiting with a stern face.
"Let's go spend more money on chemotherapy for your waste of space self," he slaps my mum on the ass, making us both jump as we walk out the door.
....
A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by an endless cascade that soaks the pillow I'm lying on.
I quieten my sobs, clasping my hand over my mouth so that my men won't hear me.
Fuck.
I miss you, mum.
After a while, my cries subside into an intermittent sniffle as the numbness sets in again.
Heaviness pulls my eyelids closed as exhaustion forces me into an unsettling sleep.
