OK guys. So, here's Chapter Two:
P.S. I hope you like it. OK so here we go
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I'm nine now, and I just came home from school.
I eased dropped and heard my parents talking in the kitchen.
'I don't think it's a great idea if we tell her now, June. She's just too young. She wouldn't understand'
'Well, when are you planning to tell her? The doctor said that I don't have that much time left, and shes not stupid'
My dad took a long swig from the almost- empty beer bottle he was now holding.
He took a deep breath and exited the room. He ran straight into me. He looked like he couldn't have cared less. What kind of father would look at his own child that way?
'Dad?'
He glared at me like I was the cause of all his problems then stormed out of the room. My mother looked up with sad eyes that were trying to hold back tears. I wondered what happened. Should I ask? But then, my mother motioned for me to come into the room. I cautiously stepped forward.
'Your father has been drinking again.' She whispered as if she didn't want him to hear us. She was scared. We both knew it.
'Why does he have to drink so much?' I asked
'He's very stressed out, Jasmine. Problems at the job. We are on the verge of loosing the house. I know that I shouldn't bombard you with all of these adult problems, but Jasmine,.... honey, I have- I have cancer. The next couple of months will be hard on us all.'
'You have Cancer? Mom! Why haven't you told me any sooner?'
'Sweetheart, I didn't want to worry you-'
I didn't want to hear it. I was hurt, angry, betrayed, sad, confused, mad... all those emotions just running through me.I ran out of the room. Out of my mothers arms. Those very arms that used hold me, and hug me, and calm me down. Those very arms that held me that one last time.
After few minutes of sobbing, I later gathered the strength to crawl to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and held on to the counter top to steady myself. I peered into the mirror... -UGH! I looked horrible! My eyes were all red and puffy. My nose was runny. I had a fever. I was burning up! I was a mess.
I threw cold water oer my face, and walked back out to the kitchen to apologize to my mom. It wasn't her fault she had cancer. Cancer was like a big ugly stain on your favorite top that wouldn't come out. Unwanted. She was just looking out for me. I know she meant well.
I sighed as I rounded the corner. Then, I stopped cold. My mother was on the floor- faced down her hair all over tha place. It felt like I was in a dream. She had stopped breathing! My mother had stopped breathing! The woman who gave me life was dead. I screamed and lunged for the phone. It felt like my heart would burst.
I couldn't take it. I dialed 9-1-1. Pretty soon I heard sirens. I stood there, transfixed as I gazed upon my mother.
'Alright, get her up onto the streacher! Hurry!'
Everyone whizzed around me, but I was unable to move. Someone picked me up and put me in the back of the ambulance with my mother. The tears started rolling more freely- Like they had a mind of their own.
Reality hit me. My mother was dead, gone. I was to live with my father. The druggie. The abuser. The one who didn't care. I pictured how my life would be with out my mom. Gone were the days when I'd see her smile. Gone were the days when she gave me advice and took care of me. Gone were the days when she told me she loved me and would never let anything hurt me. Gone were those days.
I hated that word- Gone.
No one could ever replace my mom. And, I didn't want anyone to.
We stopped and were rushed into the hospital. Well, my mom. I ran behind everyone. I could hardly see the tears were seriously messing up my vision. I kept a steady track of a pair of shoes though. Black loafers.
