Faded Memories

Part 1 continued~

I messed up whenever I tried to submit this work. But I've failed and idk if it went through or not..?

I was in bed so comfortable. I looked at the ticking clock on my plain white wall. It was midnight on a cool dark cloudy night. You could hear raindrops pound against the roof and loud gusts of winds swooping outside by my window.

I had just woke up from a long nap, it had been a horribly rough day. I was wearing my favorite purple butterfly pajamas, but I wore my mom's boyfriend's t-shirt as my own oversized "night shirt" that looked almost like a really short dress on me.

Out of nowhere, I heard quiet talking around the house. I got out of bed and quietly walked into the living room where the voices were coming from. The lights were already on. Someone was laying on the old, uncomfortable brown couch.

It was my mom.
(she always slept on the couch because, she didn't wanna sleep with her boyfriend, I've never asked why).

I saw ronnie sitting in a chair in the kitchen
(which isnt even far from the living room + we had no door from the living room to the kitchen).

My mom was laying there on the couch telling Ronnie (her bf) that she really didn't feel good, and she was hurting badly, it was so extreme. Extreme to the point where my mom couldn't hardly move. My mothers voice was hoarse. She tried to be as quiet as she could be.
I never understood what was really happening.

Ronnie dialed 911 quickly and quietly on the old white home phone because he really didn't have any other choice..

. . .

Okay, I'm so so sorry that this story may sound horrible.
But in reality it has a deep meaning behind it, and you'll find that out at the end of the story.

So, I hope you enjoy at least a wee bit. ♡
I'm sorry it so very short too.
I'll continue writing the rest of this story soon..