Catastrophe

Her Beginning

Hey everybody!!  Chapter 2!!!

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When I wake up Thing One is reading a book across from me. I reach over to the bedside table to get my water and to my surprise I see a whiteboard and a marker. I drink my water and sloppily write, "Got kicked out?" and hand it to her.  She shakes her head and looks over to the curtain blocking our view of the bed next to me. 

"No, I didn't want to risk it."  I nod my head and gesture to her that i want my board back. She hands it back and I write, "Who are you and why did you lie to me and the Doctor?  How are you alive? I mean I'm not saying I want you dead but what's your story?  Where is my real family? How do you know me"  I run out of room but still am able to write" btw I have more ?'s" and hand it  to her.She sadly smiles and grabs her chair and and moves it next to me. 

"I know you have a lot of questions and some I won't be able to answer so bear with me, please."  I notice her face isn't tear-streaked anymore just sadness. I nod my head and write "Just to warn you know, I may fall asleep while you talk and I'm going to say this now...I'm sorry I couldn't help it." She snickers and says," Ok, I'll just keep my eyes open to see if you're awake so I don't ramble on." 

I smile (which hurts), she smiles.

"Well I guess I should start from the beginning...the very beginning...my beginning..."

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"I was born, ironically, in the back of a Greyhound bus. My mother and father were drug addicts so they never cared about me. I mean I had a house to stay in and I went to school, but I had about 5 outfits, that I would mismatch, and a bed.

Since my parents were always high, they would always claim, that they loved me and that they always wants what's best for me. As a young child, I believed them.

At school, I was bullied. And no one, and I mean no one defended me. Even the teachers would just sigh and walk past a girl yelling at me telling me I'm a screw-up and stupid and ugly and that I should go kill myself. But there was this one teacher, Mrs. Cornwell, my 5th grade teacher, she was my saving grace. She supported me and loved me when no one else would. At the end of 5th grade, she found out she was diagnosed with lung cancer. I would visit her 3 days a week during the summer and bring her flowers.  About a month in, the doctor told me the cancer was spreading to her stomach and heart.

I remember this one time I came, happened to be the last. I walked in to her room and looked at her heart beating machine and saw the lines barely jump up and down. I drew my lips in a tight line and walked over to her. Her face was pale and her lips were very chapped. She would occasionally start breathing fast and cough. I sat next to her and held her hand and said nothing. She looked at me and after a coughing fit finally broke the silence and said, 

"Becca, I'm not going to live much longer but I want you to know something, you are a magnificent person, you are charming and beautiful. I am so glad I met you and never regret a moment when I was with you." Then she went another coughing fit. My eyes were watering and suddenly tears came out of my eyes and in between breaths I said,

"No...Mrs. Cornwell please...PLEASE DON'T...PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! You were the...caring mother...I never had. Please...Mrs. Cornwell! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"