Words Left Unspoken (COMPLETED)

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"Hon, get ready you have an appointment for your chemo, remember?" Mrs. Styles said cracking her voice before finishing the sentence. She's trying to be brave for her daughter. How will she be brave if I'm not? She thought. Of course, she's supposed to be her guide, her role model.... Her strength. She opened the door widely and went inside. From peeking through the door, she's not inside.

"Chelsea?" Her heart starts to beat rapidly. She checked her daughter's messy bed and the bathroom but she's not there. Where the hell could she be? Chelsea don't do anything stupid please...

She heard a sob, from the... closet? She goes nearer the closet and the sobbing got a little bit louder. Her worries faded a little bit when she heard those sobs. Of course it's her daughter's. She was hesitant to open the knob of her daughter's closet. Should she give her time alone or maybe she needs someone to open up with this...? She knows her daughter is fighting. But she also knows how hard it is for her. She's also hurting, experiencing pain, depression and stress mentally and physically. If Chelsea can't believe God's taking her life at the age of 17, neither can she! She loved her, cared for her, sacrificed for her, educated her, parented her, sold her everything to her... And most especially she's Chelsea's mother... And Chelsea's her daughter. And add-ons for Chelsea? Life's going fast... It's a bittersweet life.

She decided to give her space. She was about to leave when the door opened. The first image Mrs. Styles saw? A depressed Chelsea with marks on her body and with red eyes because of crying and because of that, her worries arose again.

"Oh my God," She whispers. Her tears who wanted to come out so bad while ago came out now. They were racing so fast just to die on her lips. She goes nearer to her daughter and hugs her. Chelsea started to cry again. Well, this is a drama scene.

"Mooom..." She said in between her sobs.

"I'm sorry baby, you'll be fine. You'll heal alright? Hey look at me, look at me," She said while cupping her face and straightening it to make their eyes meet.

But Chelsea's persistent. She's stubborn as always. She didn't look at her. She doesn't want to see her mother hurting. If she can't see her boyfriend hurting what more to that person who arose her with love and care? She won't take it... She can't take it!

"Moo-om.... Please let's just stop i-t. N-nothing's happening. N-nothing's-s changing! You're just wasting m-money!" Their sobs got louder.

"Sh-hh... Don't say t-that. You don't k-know that!" She sobs while smiling.

"I... I may might not be the smart-test girl in school, but I know when there's a change in me or none," She said.

"Whatever... For me you're the smartest, prettiest, bravest... Sexiest--" They laughed.

"Moom..."

"What? I'm just telling the truth!" They both laughed again.

"Yeah right," She said smiling. After saying that it was a dead silence. She was looking down making sure her mom doesn't see her cuts. How long can she hide it from them? Speaking of which she remembers her mom so she looked at her just then Mrs. Style spoke which tore her heart apart...

"Baby please stay with mommy longer... I still can't. Not like this... Not right now." Those words didn't just enter her mind... But also her heart. And she knows one thing... She can't.