Forever

Chapter 3

My alarm goes off and i frown. I turn it off and roll on the other side. I don't want to get up, I'm so tired and sleepy. "Come on, get up. You need to get ready for your first day at new school." my subconscious reminds me. Now my bed seems to be more comfortable than a few seconds ago. The moment I close my eyes there's a knock on my door.

"May I come in?" I hear my aunts' voice. I look toward the door and see her standing in the doorpost.

"Sure, come on in." I say and seat up on my bed. She enters the room and seats on the edge of my bed. "Do you need something?" I ask.

"No, I just wanted to see if you're okay?" she looks worried. Hers gray-blue eyes

are weary and her long blond hair is tied in low pony tail. Wrinkles in the corners of her eyes appear with hers warm smile.

"I'm fine." I say and look down at my hands. My voice is shaky and insecure.

"It's okay if you're not." she says and lifts my chin to force me to look at her. "You don't have to be okay all the time, Betha. It's fine if you cr..." she tries to say but I interrupt her.

"Don't, please." I say and look away. I can't take it anymore. I know she loves me and everything, but she's hurting me. "Why are you doing this?" I ask her.

"Doing what?" she looks confused and hurt.

"Trying to make me cry. To break my promise." I finally say something that was hunting me for five years.

"What? Why do you think that?" her eyes are filling with tears.

"Because you act like that! You always try to make me cry, to hurt me!" I say much louder than I intentioned. "You never cared, actually. Do you really think i don't remember that day? The way you..."

"Stop! Now!" she shouts at me. She is crying. I hurted her, again.

                                                                  -Five years ago-

"Honey, can you come over here?" my mum calls me. I rush upstairs toward her bedroom. She looks worse than ever. Dark circles under her eyes are covering most of her face, she looks exhausted.

My mum is being sick for years, she has brain cancer. She was on many operations, but nothing helped. The tumor was always coming back. After the last operation she decided not to try anymore. She wanted to spend her last days with us at home, not at the hospital.

I was twelve years old, I didn't know what's going on. I only knew that my mum is being sick, but that she'll be fine if she takes her medicines.

"Mum, are you okay, did you take your medicine?" I ask her when I see her. She never looked worse.

"I did, don't worry. I'm fine. Come here." she shows me to seat beside her.

"Listen, sweety... I might be gone for a while..." she begins to tallk and sobs. "But you don't have to worry, your daddy and your aunt will take care of you." she bites down on her bottom lip.

"Where are you going? Another surgery?" I ask her with confused look on my face. "I taught you won't have any more surgeries, that you'll stay home with us."

"I'm not having a new surgery. It's that..." she stops talking and begins to cry. "That I might go to some better place. But I'll always be with you."

"Oh, no... No, mum! Don't tell me that!" tears run down my cheeks like razor blades. Is she talking about death? Why? It can't be true.

"No, don't cry. Nothing's going to change. It'll be the same. I'll always be there with you." she says and wipes my tears. "You need to promise me that you won't cry. No more tears, okay?" she says and puts out her hand.

"Okay, I promise. No more tears." I put my hand in hers and she kisses it.

"I love you, Bethie. I always will." she says and smiles. Her beautiful brown eyes slowly turn into gray as she closes her eyes.

"Mummy? Are you okay?" I shake her shoulders slowly. "Mum!? Mum, wake up! Mum! Help me!" I scream while I shake her harder. This can't be true. This is just a dream, I'll wake up any moment.

"Elizabeth? What's going on?" I hear my father behind me. "What happened!?" he sounds terrified.

"Mum... wake up, please..." I whisper to her, hoping that she'll hear me and wake up.

"Isabella! What's happening!?" aunt Nataly screams somewhere behind me.

Somebody pulls me away from my mother, and I kick that person. It won't let me go.

"It's your fault! You killed her! You little, selfish bitch!" aunt Nataly shouts at me. She's crying and her eyes are furious and  I can see she's in pain. "You killed her! It's all your fault!" she keeps yelling.

I expected my father to defend me, but he's only sitting on my mums' bed and holding her hand. I don't know what to do. I promised my mother I won't cry, I'll keep that promise. I won't cry, ever. I look at my mum for the last time and run away form there.

                                                                 -Back to present-

"Hey you two, good morning." Jake says from the hallway and I wince.

"Morning." I say at the same time as my aunt.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, everything's fine." his stepmother says. "You should hurry up, you'll be late for school." she says and leaves the room.

Jake is standing in the doorpost looking at me with confused eyes. "Is everything fine?" he asks me once again.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous about school." I say and he nods. "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes." I inform him and close the door.

Okay, this day could not start worse. I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. I pull some jeans and shirt out of my wardrobe and put them on. My hair is curled in the ends and my books for today are packed. Well, I guess I'm ready. I look at myself in the mirror for the last time (as always) and leave the room.

(Well, that's the third chapter of my story, hope you like it. :) This was one of the emotional chapters, there will be more chapters like this, maby not that sad. haha ;) Please vote and comment, I'd like to hear your opinion. :) Love you all. Xxx)