simon's daughter // l.t.

Simon's Daughter [ 1 ]

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"I'm sorry Laura. Your lungs are not in any good shape. You're going to have to send your daughter in with a relative." The doctor told my mum who is currently dying of stage 4 lung cancer. He left the room, giving us some space. Almost immediately I grabbed my mum's hand. "Mum-"

"Sweety, you're going to live with your dad." My mum told me. She wasn't even giving me an option? She just stared at me, completely tired. Her now dull, blue eyes had this thing in it, she was giving up.

"But I can take care of myself and you! I could get a job, and when you get better, things will be the same! I promise- please just don't let me leave you. I don't want to go to dad." I protested trying to make her give in. Her eyes watered the slightest bit, and she sighed. Mum stared at me straight, not even sugar coating what she told me. "No. I can't live like this much longer, the chemo isn't working, and I'm in massive pain. Understand that I love you, no matter whether I'm alive or not. I'll always look out for you no matter where I end up. We'll both have to deal with me dying, just hope its a painless one too. I love you so much, darling." She closed her eyes softly, as if she was about to say something else, but the heart monitor went flat. My eyes widened, not believing that was actually happening. Mum's hand in mine went completely limp, her nail polish that I painted last week were just laying there. Doctors rushed in, pushing me out of the way, I walked outside. I feel empty. I could practically go and break my arm and not cry.

"Great. I'm alone." That whole year she was fighting and she gave up. She just gave up. Before I knew it, my dad had his arms around me to help me stand. Somehow, I had been sitting on the floor for an hour, staring at nothing in particular. I sobbed into his suit, not even caring about the pictures that were being snapped everywhere. I can see it now, Simon Cowell's daughter finally brought into the spotlight. At least I have some sense of humor.

I start to silenlty cry on the way home. Once I return home I see 5 strangers in my house halfway onto the staircase. I cover my mouth with my hand and push through everyone. As I locked the door, I began pacing. No more Sunday breakfasts, no more late night movies, no more girl talk, no more anything with her. She's gone. Gone. As in no longer living. The thoughts were buzzing through my head causing me to sob harder and louder. The bed that I saw was the same one I slept on when I used to visit every other weekend. I laid down on it, biting my tongue, trying to quieten down. Sleepiness overwhelmed me, crying over someone's death is a lot of work.

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two weeks later

It's been two weeks and the boys have been reallly understanding. Louis and Liam are most likely my best friends. I also found out that they both have gorlfriends, and when either of these five boys have girlfriends, girls- including me- get upset. Either way, they're all amazing boys. I met them both, and I tried to be positive when I met them. Like I really tried. Danielle, honestly she is just an amazing person. I really bonded with her from the start. But Jacelyn was kind of hard when all she did was suck off Louis' face. I mean he is pretty hot though like ow papi. I need his stylist for sure, but then again, I'm too stubborn to let anyone do anything with me. I'd rather dress myself. Mum's death had been effecting me, not to the point where I would self harm again, but insomnia has become a slight problem. The lads were trying everything to get me to lighten up a bit.

"You guys want to be twelve year old girls and play truth or dare?" The boys downstairs all nodded their heads, moving to sit on the ground. I ran up to Louis' door, knocking softly. "One sec- Jace could you get that?" Jacelyn opened the door. "I just need to ask Louis a question." I say politely trying not to visibly crying at her makeup. I can see where her fake orange councilor/spray tan starts and ends. Has she ever watched YouTube tutorials?