BAD BOY ACROSS THE WORLD

CHAPTER EIGHT

I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled my nose. My mouth was dry and I smacked my lips a few times. I was laying down, in a bad it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls making me want to close my eyes again. I felt like I had slept for years, but I was still tired. I heard the beeping of a machine, it somehow sounded like a bomb, ticking for its last seconds giving you an early warned to escape or you will die. My head slowly turned towards the source of the noise. The muscles in my neck were stiff and sore. I was my mother sitting in a chair by the window, sleeping it appeared.

"Diane, are you awake" he voice boomed in my ears I'm guessing a little louder than what she had intended. She looked like a mess, completely pale with no emotion on her face. My mother looked like an actor who had dressed up for a movie but forgot to change back into their natural selves, basically forgetting to wipe the makeup off their face and getting changed. Her outfit was simple only containing a pitch black colour. Did she just come back from a funeral or am I missing a new fashion that has just been released around the world? My mum hates wearing black unless it's an occasion where she has to.

"Mum, is it really you or am I just imagining this. I've been disappointed enough to last me a lifetime" I whimpered not being able to let my natural voice escape my lips too afraid of the outcome thinking it would come out shaky and depressed. The text was the only thing I remembered and it lead me to a few questions. Right now all I really wanted to know was the truth, was it a lie or is it real. Have I actually lost someone so close to me or was everything just a dream? I was tired of being hurt and I didn't need this as well. If she wasn't going to be beside me for the remaining years I have, the might as well say it now.

"You're just imagining this, Diane I am only here to help you wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up...wake up..." the voice didn't fade away, it kept playing in my head as if I was listening to a jammed radio tampered by a naughty little child who loves to ruin things, until the same actions repeated.

I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled my nose. My mouth was dry and I smacked my lips a few times. I was laying down, in a bad it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls making me want to close my eyes again. I felt like I had slept for years, but I was still tired. I heard the beeping of a machine, it somehow sounded like a bomb, ticking for its last seconds giving you an early warned to escape or you will die. My head slowly turned towards the source of the noise. The muscles in my neck were stiff and sore. I was my mother sitting in a chair by the window, sleeping it appeared.

"Mum" the word fly out into the open. Dissatisfaction immediately occupied me as I realized she was saying the truth. She was only really there to help me but now I was alone. People expected so much of me but nothing was going to be achieved when my mind was only focused on the ceiling above picturing everything that had just happened. My mother was gone, my brothers had most likely forgotten about their little sister, Addison got what she wanted and I was stuck in London with a family I know I don't belong with.

"Diane" Katelyn's familiar feminine pitched voice shot out before I felt arms wrapping around me almost shielding me from something, almost like she was willing to get hurt as long as it wasn't me. She was now my mother, the labels she had achieved from me, step-mother or Katelyn, were no longer the appropriate ones. She replaced me mother and I was glad it was her instead of someone else that didn't want me to live with them, like any cliché Cinderella story,