Arabella

Chapter 1

"Breaking news! The Assassins strikes again. Police have told us that an armed group are behind these disruptions in the city and are advising people to stay at home tonight as they could be anywhere. Further updates will be brought to you throughout the evening. Stay tuned and stay safe!"

I looked at the TV  in confusion.

Mummy, I'm scared!" I whimpered.
"Oh sweetie, we'll be alright, there's nothing to be afraid of except me because it's way past your bedtime". She chuckled before heading out of the room.

I sat smiling to my self before hearing my mum say,"Arabella! Arabella sweetie I have a surprise for you. Where's my little grizzly bear gone?"

"I'm here mummy, I'm here. What's my surprise?" I asked eagerly.

She looked down lovingly into my eyes with a bright smile and said,"Mummy got you a new pink dress for your birthday but couldn't wait to surprise you so come my love let's try it on!"
"Yay" I exclaimed whilst scurrying out of the room.

5 minutes later I was stood staring into the mirror, beaming with joy. But my happiness faded as I saw a tear run down my mother's cheek. "Why are you crying mummy?, You can have my dress if you want to be a princess too!" I said innocently, not knowing, not realising. "Oh no my love, you look beautiful Bella. My baby is so so beautiful" she said whilst closing her eyes and wiping the tear away. "Just remember Arabella, you are the most beautiful when you are your self my love. Never let anyone change that". I wasn't really paying attention at the time due to my dazzling dress but those words never left me. I hear them in my head like a tape recorder set on repeat.

My mother always said that we were going to make it on our own, that we had everything in the world. She would always say that one day we would have it all.... but she lied. She lied to protect me. She lied so I wouldn't cry at night. She lied because I was he only thing she had left and little did I know, that she was also mine.

It's been 2 years since my mother past away. A "tragic accident" is how the police described it but I knew better. The world is a bad place and my mother was the sweetest soul, so tragic accident my ass. She helped me through it all. Pre-school, middle-school, highschool, boys, puberty, you name it. I try to re-think what happened the night that she died, but everything comes back in a blur. Like I have the memories but a shattered version. Like fragments in my mind that when I try to piece together don't want to seem to let me know of what they make up.