People say Bailey Rosanna Cromwell is a human embodiment of joy itself. She makes people smile and makes their day. She's selfless, helpful, and kind-hearted in so many ways. But there is one thing that she only knows. She's slowly breaking on the i...
This song is anti-hero from Taylor Swift. It's one of my favorite T. S songs that talk about the emotions of some women.
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He's right here. My ex is right here in my dining hall waiting to be served. I still can't fathom that he's here.
Right after the Argument he just left. Moved almost to the other side of the country. Not leaving me anything except that one damn voicemail that still lurks in the depths of my memory.
One voicemail. Not even a goodbye. Not even telling me what I did wrong. Maybe I don't deserve to be loved. I have a father who doesn't act like one, a mother who's in a coma, an ex who just left me. I feel like the only thing I have left is my scars.
A memory of who I am. A memory of what my life has become.
I think I'm a tree in winter who doesn't have any leaves on it because of the weather. It's just not because of it. I have this strange sense that I'm not good enough. It shows up whenever I'm in a vulnerable state.
I just wish Mom was with me. She would know what to do. We are so similar in appearances but also mentally. My grandma always calls me mini Angie considering my mom's name was Angela.
Thinking about her brings a smile on my face. The one thing I regret in my life is not spending enough time with her. Not going on mommy-daughter dates. Not getting our nails done together. Not going prom and homecoming dress shopping.
I missed all the things a teenager could do with their mom during their last years of childhood. But I still have this growing hope, that she will get better. She will be the one to walk me down the aisle once I get married. She will see me graduate and become a doctor. She will be the best grandma hands-down.
I have my life partially planned out and she will be in it. What if she doesn't a voice whispers in my head. No. I shake those thoughts out of my head.
Cancer is a weird touchy subject for me. I feel like it's a monster in a way. It affects many people not even considering their age. When I was in highschool, and visited my mom during her chemo session, I saw young kids as old as four in treatment.
It broke my heart knowing some of them won't survive. That's why I want to become a pediatrician. Help little kids in need. I'll finally have the satisfaction I need in my life.
"Bailey." A palm flashes before my eyes. It was Beckett. He had his eyebrows scrunched and was looking at me with concern. "Are you okay Rosie?"
I nod my head and put on a smile. "Yeah I'm okay." I avoid his eyes and pour some more lemonade into the glasses.
"What are you thinking about?" Beck's eyes search my face.
"I was just thinking about Mom," I say quietly. When I look up Beck envelopes me in a big hug.
"Don't worry Rosie Mom will get better. Trust me." I nod not able to speak. He pulls back and smiles. "I'm so glad Dad is paying for Mom's treatment. We're so lucky to have him."
