The Black Swan

Chapter 4 : I'd Be Selfish if I said Yes

Violin

Five years later...

I looked at my mother taking her medicines. I was ten years old when I had heard she had been diagnosed with Cancer. It was a miracle her hair had not fallen off. I am fifteen years old now. 

Gulp! 

I heard my mother take her medicine. It took her lots of energy to do things including swallowing since she was so weak. I looked at her. And at the bottle in her hands. The doctor had strictly recommended her to take two pills every six hours. 

Today she looked a little normal. Which was strange. She was usually very pale. Her eyes had a little shine in them, making me curious. A smile tugged at her lips. I was about to ask her why she was so happy when I remembered exactly why. Yesterday she had told me that Pier had asked her out . I smiled. In that moment Pier decided to come in the kitchen. 

"Buenos dias!" He said to both of us.

(Good morning.) 

"Hola." I responded back to him. We had move in with him and we had gotten a better home then the one we had lived in before. He forced Mama to move in with him, so that he can take care of her and me, 

He got a plate out and started filling his plate with pancakes I had made before they had woken up. He chose to get the blue berry ones. I saw the exchanged smile he shared with mom. Even though they had been going out for years now Pier still made my mom feel like a teenager. 

They were so cute together. 

My mother did the same thing but she had gotten chocolate chip instead of blue berry pancakes. I waited patiently by the counter until both of them finished to wash the plates.

As soon as I washed the plates I ran up the stairs of our two story house. The reason we could afford this was because Pier had been in the military and lets just say the job paid well. 

-30 minutes later...

I was now putting in my outfit for the day in my duffel bag.I put no make up on because I would sweat it off instantly once I started dancing. Practice almost started in 20 minutes. I had to hurry up. It took a 10 minute drive to get the theater. I had already changed into my ballerina outfit. 

I picked up my pace and started running down the stairs. I found Pier leaning against the wall on his cell phone. Once he saw me he looked relived. He motioned me out the door and I followed. We got in the car and started driving towards the institution. 

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I was sweating bullets once I had finished the hardest dance in the play as my audition. I was breathing heavily. My throat felt dry. I needed water. I would be mad if all of this was for nothing. 

Hopefully I would get the part....

"Okay Violin, you may go now. I will call you, if you get a role in the show." Mrs.Isabelle said with a smile. 

I nodded and practically ran backstage to find some water. 

"Next!" I faintly heard Mrs.Isabelle say as I left. 

I went running to the locker room and put in my combination to finally get some water. 

As soon as the water hit my throat I felt so refreshed. It was like when you burned your hand on the stove and then put your hands under the sink. Except in this case my throat was the one burning. 

Once I drank all the water in the bottle I changed into my clothes for the day. Black skinny jeans and a white crop top along with some white hills.