Mom had talked to Dad for hours, it was nearly 1:00 am when they finally stopped, I could tell from my bed becuase the house fell silent of any Detwild noises.
I looked around my room, blue was everywhere in my comforter, in my walls, on my lamp. As a child the color blue made me feel safe and secure. Blue reminded me of the ocean. When I was five we lived in Hawaii becuase Dad was filming a series of his show there. Every morning I would climb down onto our beach and swim around and pretend I was a mermaid, I never felt safer, never. It was perfect, those two years, until my Dad 'died' that is.
My mom would cry for weeks, she never went to work and just stayed with me becuase I didn't go to school either. We would just huddle on the sofa with a box of tissues together, that lasted for 3 months. Soon we both got super skinny becuase we would barley eat. My mom soon had anorexia and went to the hospital.
I would stay alone at the house and just watch the sun rise and the sun set. It was horrible.
Finally my mom got better and we both decided Hawaii held to much sad memories.
So we moved to Colorado. We would still weep occasionally but it was rare. I soon got caught up in the teen life, I had my first boyfriend, Mark, I've kept him for all these years surprisingly.
I finally fell asleep.
I awoke in the morning to the sounds of a heart beating really loudly I looked around my room but nobody was there. "Mom?" I helplessly called. "Mom?! What's that sound mom?" No one answered. The sound got louder.
I started to cry then I screamed, I screamed in agony. The sound didn't go away. I ran all the way down the stairs I ran out if our door, I slammed it behind me. I ran through our steel gates. I ran and ran, I tried to get away from the sound but I kept following me, I ran down the road,. I started running towards the school. I covered my ears and closed my eyes hoping it would go away. It wouldn't.
I looked at me, I was still in PJ's and my hair was a rats nest. What is wrong with me??
The sound wouldn't go away I jumped into the road while closing my eyes. The pavement peeled away the skin in my knees. Blood came out of my knee. I curled myself into a ball and stayed in the road for at least 10 minutes.
The pounding finally stopped. I heard a sound, it sounded like a motor. I looked up in fright, there right before my eyes was a Dodge Ram. I tried to move my muscles but I couldn't. I closed my eyes and heard a screeching sound and then I heard the opening if a car door. Steps came my way, I squeezed my eyes shut. Don't hurt me please please please please.
"Honey, you okay? I nearly ran over you hon." I looked into her eyes. She seemed sweet, so I told her my story.
"Oh my, I'm so so sorry, let me drive you home sweetie." She told me. "Uh...sure." I told her a little scared.
"Okay, hon come on in." I told her where my house was and we started. We finally got there and she looked like she had seen a ghost, "Um lady, you-" I began. "Do you live here?" She asked in awe. "Yeah, I'm just going to go now." I left before she could say anything else. Why were people so weird about my house it only had 15 floors. I walked up to the gates and said my name to the receiver and put my thumb on the scanner. "You may enter." The voice said. I walked through then started to run I quickly glanced behind me, the lady was still there, weird.
I walked through the door and found my mom, sleeping on the couch, out of all the places to sleep why the couch.
I got on the elevator and pressed floor 6, my room level. When I finally got there, I stripped my clothes off and ran to my bath. I needed to get all of this blood off my knees. I quickly turned the dial to 110 degrees for my shower. The rushing water finally turned hot. And I sighed, this is the best.
A thought suddenly shuddered through my head, what if I die sooner than a month. I suddenly slipped while in the trance and hit my head on the dial, even though I was unconscious I could still hear the crack of my skull splitting in two.
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One Month
Teen FictionWhen 18 year old Scarlet Detwild gets diagnosed with fatalistic leukemia, she only has one month to live, she is determined to make her life count and to do all of the things she's ever wanted to do. But when her boyfriend insists that she's fine an...