Chapter 1

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"Ambrosia it is time for your pill." the lady said. I just nodded. "I have to stay here, to make sure you take it."She eyed me sternly as I stared at myself in the mirror. My different coloured eyes of blue and brown stared back at me. My dad used to say it was a gift. Now they are just a reminder of all the things that I have lost. My hair was like a river flowing down my skinny figure down to my now narrow waist. I knew I was getting sicker with every day. I didn't care. And I was numb enough to not even feel scared.

"Ambrosia. Do not make me stick this down your throat."the lady whom I think is named Meredith said in a stern voice. I reached over slowly for the tablet and swallowed. It scraped down my parched throat the whole way down. My arms were shaking slightly. "You know what you need Ambrosia, love. But of course you wouldn't know a thing about it if you disappointed your mum so much and left along with your sister."Meredith said. "Love is painful. Love is pointless. Most of all LOVE is overrated. And how do you know what it is, when all you do is shove pills down people's throats and stab them in the back." Even I was surprised by how dead my voice sounded. Then she stalked to the door, threw a glare over her shoulder and said "Your dad would be so disappointed in you."

After I heard the door slam, I sighed and lay back down on the bed that I had laid in day after day, holding my necklace close to my chest.

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