Painting Flowers For You

I wanna see your face and know I made it home

My voice cracked and tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as me and Calum listened to the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Leigh, your mother has died. I couldn't save her. Nobody could. It was nobody's faul-"

The voice cut off. I hung up my phone and sobbed into Calum's chest as I was screaming for my mum. My mom was the only person who understood me, she was the only blood related family I knew, I had no other family relatives. Calum's family were as good as a family to me and my mom. My mom introduced me to Nirvana and The Smiths and ever since then I became hooked. My mom was best friend and acted more like a sister than a mom.

Last night, Calum had stayed over because my mom loved Calum and thought of him as her son. He knew everything about me and my mom and knew how to help her when the tv broke. He did everything for us because we had no other men in our lives, apart from Calum and Calum's dad David, and we didn't want it any other way.

"Calum?" I asked, sobbing quietly.
"Yes, Leigh?" he replied, pushing my messy dyed hair out of my face and wiping my tears away.
"How am I going to afford living in that dog-end flat, how can I afford the bills when I can't even afford a decent pair of Dr Martens, how-" I was cut off.
"Leigh, my family love you like a daughter, ever since Mali moved away my mum needs girl company, we could fix up the guest bedroom anyway you want and that could b yours?" he said diligently.
I smile. "That sounds good. My mom would be happy to know I still and always will have you" I reply looking up at him.
I smile and stand up shivering at the contact of the cold against my ripped up tights and shirt in the winter air.

I say goodnight to Calum and walk back into my flat, which is lonely without my mom's presence and make myself a cup of tea, playing The Smiths on the dingy cd player we have, it was old but I loved it. I sat on the ripped up window seat in my bedroom, tears spilling out of my eyes and looked out of my window at the nightlights of northern suburban Sydney and considered the experience of the rest of my life without my mom and knew that I had to be strong for her because she would be happier up wherever she may be.

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I laid in my broken, creaky bed that very same night, with my mom's oversized flannel shirt over my pair of black cotton bed shorts. Just thinking over everything that happened today; moving in with David, Joy and Calum; losing my mom; having no blood related family anymore. Just everything in my life.

I slowly fell asleep after the I whispered soft words "mom, I wanna see your face and know I made it home" into the now lonely flat, knowing full well that she wouldn't her me and that I would never see my mom again.

Knowing that I never got to say goodbye to my mom; my best friend; my sister; my world.

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(A/N)

Emotional first chapter.

This book is based on the song "Painting Flowers" by All Time Low, if you are not familiar with th song then go check it out or listen to it as you read this chapter. I will add another chapter shortly.

Mwah, love and hugs!