Just Another Teen Story

2- Those walls

I got home and searched for my dad. Nope, just as I figured; so I set out again, knowing exactly where he was. Room 523 and 524 of Evergreen Terrace's hospital. It felt like a second home; not a very nice one at that! 523 first. I knew exactly what was coming...
"Hello sweetie." My father's soft voice spoke. I looked past his deep set eyes ringed with purple bags, I could tell he had been crying, he wore a fake smile. He'd done that a lot lately.
I peered at the bed behind him. It contained my mother's lifeless body. For someone alive, she sure could fool many. I'm used to seeing this, my beautiful mother looked like she was on cloud nine, where ever she was. I stepped closer. Her fragile face rested on a pillow, with her hair neatly tucked behind her perfect little ears. Her eyes remained glued shut, with her eyelashes evenly fanned.

I stroked my mothers face. It was cold and pale. I bent down to kiss her cheek, and while I did, I got flustered with her gorgeous scent. My dad reaches up and wipes the tear, I didn't even know spilled and whispered, "You're so strong honey." I put my hand over his, before smiling and stepping out of the room to accompany my little sister.
That same goddamn room. They plain white room. The only colour in that room is my weak little sister, beaming up at me, welcoming my presence into the dismal room. 

"Hey, where's bell?" I smile.

"Here!" She chokes, he voice cracking as if she hasn't spoken in years. She tried to lift up her tatty teddy I bought her when she was 3. 8 years have passed and the toy has seen brighter days. I looked at my frail sister, almost studying her face. it was shiny, it was too spotty for a 'pre-teen', her nose perfectly sculpted and her lips, plump and red. All 3 of the women in our family have green eyes, it's ironic really. Her dainty bony hands, fiddling with her beautiful, short ash brown locks. I peered over to her bed-side table. It was full with memories. Pictures of her and her friends, me and her and others of her bands. My little sister is forever saying how she always wants to be like me. Oh how she is naive. She is going to be the most determined, hard-working beautiful woman, one day. My sister always has a smile on her face, even though she has a parasite burrowing through her petite body. My powerful little sister always has something cheery to talk about. Why can't I be like her. Just thinking about how perfect she is brings a tear to my eye.

"What's wrong rella?" She ask worried.

"Nothing dolcezza." I answer back in confidence.

Before I leave, I kiss her on the head and whisper, "addio piccolo" and she giggles.

"addio"

So that happened.

If you don't know what the Italian is, sorry it's basically hello sweetie and goodbye little one ect.. You can search it u if you want.

So a little note, I am going away in like 2 days idk, and i am gone for 2 weeks. so i probably wont update cause i don't thats wifis lol

See you soon dolcezza!

xx