Silence.It's what I woke up too. It's how my life is, all it is. No one's here.
I let my eyes stay shut, but slowly I opened them and wasn't in my room, I wasn't in a hospital, I was in my home. I was sitting on the couch, I couldn't move, couldn't talk, I could only blink.
The room was the same as it had been before, there was no life, plain, and boring, but, it was dark, with only one small lamp shedding a little light.
A figure appeared right in front of me, when it stepped in the light, my mind instantly registers her as my mother. She was different, younger, probably my age. She looked heathy, she looked like me, but she had these pretty green eyes. She was a thin as I was, more slim even.
She looked at me, and for one time in her life, she didn't look drunk, she was sober, she wasn't high. She gave me a faint smile, it was sincere. She walked over to me and sat next to me. I was in shock and didn't even try to move. I just stared at her.
"Roseanne," she said a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Look I don't have much time, I need to tell you something," she sighed, "you may not know but I passed, I committed suicide in rehab. It was better off that I'm dead. I told your father to stay alive for me, for you and for Carly and Jack."
I was in complete shock. She had killed herself.
"When I died I began to look after you, and right now you're in a terrible state. You will get better, okay? Stay in school, do what you would have done if you didn't have this disease. Please? For me?" Tears shed down her face. "I don't want to come here with me. Not yet. I've seen you in the future and you do some amazing stuff. I'm not letting you quit,"
I was sitting in the same position, I was struggling to talk, to say something - anything. Inside I was trashing around trying to get out, but my body stayed still. In my head I had a million questions and thoughts but I remained quiet.
My mom stood up and was walking away when she turned around and spoke softly,
"If you feel my spirit, don't freak out okay? It's just me,"
And then she left the room. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was in the hospital, like nothing had just happened.
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Authors note:
HELLO PEEPS
Okay so I know some people don't believe in spirits and an 'after world' but I do so if you don't that's cool.
This chapter was really fun to write:3
I'm going to give myself a little shout out here and say that I started another book!! Go check it out, it's called 'Fear.'
See you in he next chapter, Bye!
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