Wish Upon A Dream

♕ Chapter 4 ♕

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

✿ Editing Status: Unedited ✿

▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

❝Today is a good day to try.❞-- Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

We have been waiting for almost two hours. I hate sitting around, and waiting for something so important, it feels unbareable. Bradley hardly speaks to me the whole duration of time, I feel lonely despite sitting inside a room which is now full of people.

I feel my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket, after tackling the stuck zip I manage to pull it free. Typing in my passcode a picture of me and Isabelle pops up. "2 new mesaages" flashes along the top of the screen, showing one is from my auntie Kathy and the other from an unknown number. I get a mixture of excitement and nervousness over the phone number I don't recognise. I tap the message and read it silently in my head.

"Dear Shelby Evans, thank you for attending the recent interview on the 12th of February for the position of a waitress at The Central Oak. I very much enjoyed meeting with to discuss the role, however after careful consideration I regret to inform you that on this occasion I have decided not to progress your application any further. Thank you for your interest in The Central Oak, I wish you every success in your future Career. Yours sincerely, Mathew Richards."

I let a disappointed sigh escape from my slightly parted lips. I'd think that I'd be used to the feeling, since I've received that message at least twenty times over the last two years on my hunt for a job. But still no luck.

I click on the second message, hoping for something a little more positive.

"Hi Shelly, I hope you're doing okay. I'll pop around in a few hours to help out. How's your mum today? Love Auntie Kathy."

I feel a pang of guilt spark inside of me, for forgetting to let her know her sister has been rushed to hospital. Ever since my mum started getting these episodes over a year ago, my auntie Kathy has been a big help in our household. Helping me shower and do my exercise routines, which my mum used to help me do. Bradley helps me in and out of bed everyday, as well as helping out with other daily routines that I can't manage myself.

I can't help but feel like a burden at times, having to arrange for people to come and help me do the easiest of things, every day.

Looking down I notice red indentations on my thigh, where I have been nipping my skin with irritation. It looks nasty, although I didn't feel a thing. I curse in my head at the old supermarket which left me in this situation for the rest of my life.

I stare at my red converse, their glistening white laces and clean soles, which have never touched the ground. I glare at them hard, wanting them to move, wanting them to hold my weight and let me stamp and jump on the solid floor. But they remain as still as the cold atmosphere in this room. I drag my head up, moving it swiftly in anger. I wish I could swap places with my mum, at least she could live her life to the fullest.

I blink rapidly, suddenly thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me. I see a tall slim girl running towards the waiting room, her long black curls bouncing on shoulders. Her eyes glimmer yet her mouth stays as straight as a ruler.

"Isabelle!" I sign, crinkling my forehead in confusion yet delight.

"How is she?" she furiously signs, as I see her mum appear behind her, looking out of breath.