Believe In Me(Justin Bieber Story)

Believe In Me: Dying

Chapter 13: Dying

-Three Weeks Later-

I sat criss-crossed on my bed looking at nothing in particular. It's been crazy these past weeks. The pictures of me and Justin at the park were all over the news. #JustinsMysteryGirl was trending on Twitter. I didn't dare to read what they had to say though. The news somehow found my house and I didn't dare to go outside either. I couldn't. My mother doesn't come out much. I'm starting to worry. She still looks the same everyday and it's not just the flu. I was thinking of having her go see a doctor but I don't want to face the news reporters. My regular routine is staying in and watching TV or reading a book. I didn't mind that much though. I have lots of books and movies to watch. 

I got up from my bed and went to the kitchen downstairs. I looked in the fridge and saw hardly nothing. I need to go to the store. It's been two weeks since I've stepped out of the house. I sighed and went to my mother's room to tell her I was going to the store. I opened her door and closed it behind me. I cringed at the smell of the room. It smelled like dead fish. I covered my nose and saw my mother looking lifeless on her bed. My jaw dropped at her appearance. Her face was pale and she had no makeup which exposed her bags under her eyes. She sat up on her bed looking at the TV. She still wore her pajamas even though it was the evening. Her brown hair was messy and looked like a crows nest. 

I gulped and went closer to her. "Mother?"

She looked up at me with what looked like a smile. Her lips were chapped and a light pink. She didn't say anything at my presence so I continued to speak. I was about to tell her I was going to the store when she ran for the toilet. I looked at her with symphathy. I couldn't go to the store. Instead I needed to take her to the doctor. This isn't normal.I waited until Mother was done throwing up to speak.

"Come on, mother. I need to take you to the doctor." I grasped her arm.

She shook her head."No. I'm okay." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"No, you're not. Please mother. You need to see someone. I'll help you get dressed." Without anymore arguing, I helped her get ready and got my keys before heading out the door. I got a couple bags in case she needed to throw up and stood by Mother's side. I opened the door and saw news reporters coming our way. Oh no. My mother showed confusion by all the people. I walked quickly holding her arm. There were lots of people crowded around us talking all at once. I tried to ignore them and made it to my car. I got my mother in on the passenger side and went to the driver's side. After that I pushed a button on the steering wheel to put on the hood of  my car. I turned on the car and let out a deep breath.

I looked over at Mother and asked,"Are you okay?"

She stared at me."Who are those people?" Her voice was normal.

I started to drive out of the driveway. "News reporters."

She didn't say anything for a while. We stood in silence. I kept my eyes on the road focusing on going to the hospital.

"I'm sorry." Mother said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"I'm sorry." She repeated.

"For what?"I asked quickly looking over at her then back at the road.

"For everything I've ever done to you these past two years. For making you do stuff for me, for treating you unfairly."

I was speechless. I never expected her to say that. I remained silent until we got to the hospital. I parked the car and held my mother's arm leading to the hospital. The automatic doors opened and I went to the front desk. There was a lady there in a nurse outfit.

She looked at me and said,"Can I help you?"

"Yes. My mother has been throwing up constantly and it isn't getting better."

"Okay, how long has this been happening?"

"Approximately three weeks."

She gave me a clipboard that had a paper on it with a pen. "Okay, fill this out please and have a seat."

"Okay." I went with Mother to the seating area and filled out the sheet. I looked over at her and saw her staring at the ground looking lifeless. I sighed looking back down at the sheet and gave it to the lady at the front desk once I was done.

She smiled and told me,"Okay just wait for your name to be called."

I looked back at my seat and saw that Mother wasn't there. I panicked and looked at other seats. No sign of her. Oh great. I went to the bathroom just in case she needed to puke. I looked in and heard crying from the big stall. It was my mother. I stood in front of the stall.

"Mother? Are you okay?"

She didn't answer me, just continued crying. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.

The stall opened and she came out. '"No. No one can do anything. Not even the doctors because I know I'm dying and there's no cure for cancer yet." Her voice came out to a whisper.

I stayed there with my mouth in an 'o' shape. "Y-you have cancer?"

 "Yes and I'm sorry for not telling until now." She walked out of the bathroom.

I stood there and locked myself in a small stall. I felt tears running down my cheeks. I lost my dad. Now I'm gonna lose my mom too. This can't be happening. My mom was starting to be nice to me and I thought I could have a relationship with her like I had with my dad. I don't know how long I stood there but it felt like a while. I got up, unlocked the stall and went to look for Mother. I saw that she wasn't in the seating area so I went to the front desk. I cleared out any tears I had on my face with my hand.

"Excuse me, have you seen my mother? The lady that I came here with?" I asked the same girl at the front desk.

"Yes. They already took her in. She's in room 128. It's down the hall and to the right."

"Okay thank you." I went to the room to find Mother already layed down on a bed hooked up to different machines. She had her eyes closed and I sat on the chair by her bed. 

I gulped and looked over at her."Mother?"

She opened her eyes, stared at me and smiled.

"Can I ask you something?"

She nodded."Sure." 

"Why did you treat me like you did after dad died?" I asked. I had to know. I have been waiting for the reason for a while. 

She sighed and looked down. "I needed some way to cope when Seth died. I was so upset that he died that way. So I guess I was so furious that I refused to be nice to anyone. I never meant to hurt anyone. Especially you. When I look at you, it reminds me of your father. Then I think of him standing there with the bullet wound and feel that rage. I am sorry for what I've done. And I do miss your father very much. He was a great man and I wish I could take it all back. Katherine, I want you to know that I love you so much. You might not believe me but I mean it. I am so sorry Katherine. I love you."

I looked at her and smiled because I could tell she meant it. For the first time since my dad died, I felt wanted and loved. "I forgive you and I love you too mother."

"Oh sweetheart please call me Mom."

We both laughed and hugged each other. "Okay Mom." 

We pulled apart and I couldn't tell you how good it felt to actually have a happy moment. I didn't think of how much time is left to spend with my mom. I didn't think of what I would do with only me living in that house now. I didn't think of anything except enjoying Mom's company as much as I could. I held her hand in both of my hands while trying to make a light conversation. I knew I didn't have much time left, but I at least wanted to end things on good terms knowing that I stood every minute with Mom until it was time for her to leave this world. Just like I did with Dad.