When I say King, you say Dom

Chapter 7

             For the weeks before my sixteenth birthday I remembered how much I wanted to have a birthday party just like everyone in my high school. I never got invited to any, but I would hear everyone talking about these amazing birthday parties. I wanted nothing more than to have one of my own. One day when I was helping with dinner Mrs Penny wore her golden smile and it was infectious. I couldn't help but smile, she said, "So the my little flower will be sixteen very soon". She saw my eyes flicker  back to the salad I was making, "Honey, when I turned sixteen I had  the most wonderful extraordinary party! It would beat any sweet sixteen you youngsters are having now!". There was nothing that could top those parties and there was nothing I could imagine that would. " They have all these beautiful dresses, and performances! One girl had a custom dress from Paris!". How could I know then how superficial it sounded back then. "Oh but those things don't matter, you've got your mother and you've got me! We'll have the best time and I can make you any dress you desire!", her smile filled me up with happiness. Mrs Penny was right, I did have the most wonderful sweet sixteen, she made me a beautiful sea foam ball gown with glitter everywhere. Mum made me a feast fit for a king and the three of us sat and watched movies all night. It was perfect, my life was perfect.

        My eyes are heavy, so heavy I can't lift them. Help? Can I speak? It's so dark. There's a rushing sound. Why can't I see? Blue? Is it really this cold? I can't feel anything. Nothing just darkness again.

      When I was eighteen, Mrs Penny asked me to help out at the café. I should have known back then there were signs. My university wasn't very far from the café, I worked weekends and it was never a problem. Books were my thing, people were annoying and I wanted a future past one night stands and hangover mornings. Heck, I even thought I would meet a nice boy  who might be decent, ask me out and not try to get into my pants within five minutes of a date. I wanted to move to a city, maybe see what a concrete jungle was like in New York. Mum even said I could think of doing a semester in a university in New York just for a change in atmosphere. That chance never came. A tumour the size of a peanut changed our lives that summer. 

      I'm awake but I'm paralyzed. I can hear echoes of muffled sounds near and far. My eyes are heavy, they wont open. I'm breathing but the air is so cold and damp. It smells thick with a familiar scent , its so strong the scent coats my tongue enough to taste the sting of highly concentrated salt and it refreshes my memory. Why can't I see, where am I? Fear vibrates through my body. Why can't I feel my mouth? There's nothing just the empty darkness that replaces the little consciousness I thought I had.

    She's lost all her weight. Mrs Penny is unrecognizable in her hideous blue hospital gown. I hate the sight and I hate the hospital. The smell is strange and unwelcoming here. Death travels along the halls it's almost here. The tears are building, I can feel my mother's hand resting on my shoulder. I can't meet Mrs Penny's once brilliant baby blue, now shallow and grey eyes. She reaches weakly towards my hand and I take her hand into mine. Her hand is so cold, my body freezes and I know now I am afraid. My tears rolled down my cheeks, Mrs Penny wears her honey coated smile. My chest burns, I fear I'll stop breathing, I meet her eyes. I see the expression on her face change, she's so calm, so comfortably peaceful. "You are so beautiful, my beautiful Carmella, I am so proud of you," her words were so soft, I focused enough to hear her last words. She's gone and so is a piece of my soul.

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