Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

June 15th

It was weird, how it felt not having my hair weigh my head down, how it felt when it didn't swish around when I turned to look aside. It felt weird feeling my beanie scratch my scalp all the time.

What also felt weird was that it was almost summer now and terribly hot out, but the medicines they had given me made me feel cold like it were minus five, hence the reason why I was wearing a beanie and a hoodie inside the house.

Luke was sitting in the windowsill in the kitchen, knees pulled up and feet on the counter, one hand dangling outside the window, cigarette between his pointer and middle finger. We had made it a house rule when I started smoking that we wouldn't smoke inside so that it wouldn't stink up the house and so smoking out of the window wasn't an new occurrence.

"How are you feeling?"

I shrugged and pulled my hood back up when it fell down. "I don't know. Physically, I'm fine, mentally I feel like a whole lot should have changed, but it hasn't at all."

"Don't worry about it Bec," Luke smiled softly, that same fond look on his face. "No one expects that of you. All that everyone wants is for you to get better."

I rolled my eyes. "I am better. I feel fine. I'm just a bit confused. And bald. Very bald." The hospital had shaven off about half of my hair to be able to operate and, while I didn't blame them, there was no saving it and that was why I had made the immediate decision to cut it all off.

"It'll grow back," Luke chuckled, stretching out his free arm. "Come 'ere."

"I'm not a dog." I scoffed.

It was Luke's turn to roll his eyes now. "It would be a bit strange if you are. I'm not really into bestiality and I was thinking that now that there are no doctors looming over us, we could have a good snog."

"Fine," I sighed faux-reluctantly, crossing my arms. Just as I was about to step forward though, the doorbell rang.

I frowned, stepping away. "Who would-" Sophine had a key and wasn't off with school yet, and any of my friends knew just to either come through the back or come through the open window that Luke was currently leaning out of.

Due to the fogged glass in the door, I could only see that it was a tall woman with golden blonde hair. As I reached for the door handle, my stomach filled with dread.

"Rebecca, of my dear, why are you wearing all those clothes when it's so hot out?"

I clamped my teeth together. "Mother." It was her, in all her fake tan, blonde haired glory. All together, she looked less 'I've been away because my husband left me broken' and more 'I've just spend three months on Ibiza with a rich guy who's twenty years older than me'. I felt really, positively disgusted by the sudden sight of her.

She pushed past me, dragging two suitcases in behind her. "I had my key with me, but turns out, the locks on my own house are changed."

I crossed my arms. "Actually, the house was signed over to me the minute I turned eighteen, so no, it's not your house."

My mother, if that's what I could call her even, snorted and stalked out of the hall, into the living room and kitchen. I followed her in, just in time to see her cast a dirty glance at Luke. "And who might you be?" She frowned at the cigarette. Luke looked fairly undisturbed be her presence and I smirked.

"Mother," I let my tone be as nasty and sarcastic as I felt at the moment. "This is Luke, my boyfriend."

She narrowed her eyes at the cigarette again before coughing obnoxiously. "I would like to speak to my daughter in private, so if you would please be so kind..." She didn't finish her sentence but the implication was clear.