Wish Upon A Dream

♕Chapter 2♕

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❝The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem.❞ -- Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

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We both watched her drag herself up from the table and sluggishly walk out of the kitchen, leaving her dinner untouched. I sighed, putting down my own folk, and Bradley did the same.

"Do you think she should go and see the doctor again?" I signed, looking at Bradley who looked as though he was going to be sick.

"It's no use Shelby. They said they're doing their best and they'll call us if they come across anything that could help her. I guess it's just one big waiting game," he signed, before pushing his plate forward and slumping his head on the table.

Harley jumped up at my feet, looking like the only hungry one here. I fished out a chunk of chicken that was slimy with gravy, I put my hand towards her and she quickly snatched it and sat down to eat it before I could change my mind.

I leant over the table and grabbed Bradley's and my mum's plates, piling them on top of mine and taking them to the sink.

I stayed in the doorway for a few seconds, watching Bradley. He sat with his head rested on the table, looking lifeless. It hurt me to see my mother unhappy and ill, but it also took a big toll on Bradley.

They've been together nearly five years now, and silently watching them all this time I know that they're made for each other, as cheesy as it sounds. The way he looks at her, his eyes full of love and kindness melts my heart. Many wouldn't have been able to cope with the situation we're in right now, my mum no longer wants to go out for dinner, go for cinema trips or plan holidays. She wants to lie in a dark room and be alone, all of the time. But I have all my faith in Bradley, and I know he won't be leaving us anytime soon.

I never felt reluctant towards my mum to meet someone; I kind of wished it happened sooner. When they first began dating I'd never seen her so happy, I didn't know she was capable of pulling such a wide smile. She didn't have any romantic interest when I was little, and I know it is probably because I was a full time job, she didn't have time for anyone else. But once I was old enough and capable enough to be able to do more things on my own I did my best to encourage her to live a little. If only it could have lasted longer.

Bradley didn't move. I presumed he wanted to be left alone. I squeezed through the door, and looked behind me to see Harley trotting along behind me. I pushed open the door and waved for her to go in front.

I decided to call my best friend. Things got a little lonely these days, it was rare that the three of us engaged in a conversation together, and actually laughed, or smiled even. I attached the long handle onto my wheel chair, clipping my phone onto the end and positioning it in line with my face. I clicked the FaceTime icon and then moved my phone back a little.

My eyes were red and swollen, making me look as though I had been crying, when really they were just itchy. My golden brown hair was looking rather windswept from when we took Harley for a walk, I scanned my room for a hair brush but decided not to bother, it's not like Isabelle would care anyway.

She answered on the third ring, signing hello with a big cheery smile.

"Hey Isabelle, how are you doing?" I signed and put on a smile.