Pathway || m.c

Part 3.

If there is one thing in the world I hate more than anything, it's that feeling in your stomach that something isn't right.

I woke up with that feeling Friday morning. It was deep down but I knew it was right there. You never known when you're going to find out what it is that's wrong, but you know that when you do, it won't be pretty.

I went downstairs to a busy kitchen. Mum was already up and racing around, something I haven't seen her do for quite a while. She was making Blake and I breakfast as she assembled our lunches.

"I've had an epiphany," she exclaimed as I took a seat at the bench. It bought a smile to my face, knocking away that nagging feeling I had woken up with. "I realised that things aren't always going to be bad. Even with your Dad gone now, I'm still going to have to carry on. You kids are going to need someone and I know I haven't done a very good job with that since everything happened, but I am making a solid promise to you and your brother that I will make everything right between us three."

Since everything happened with my dad, things haven't been the same within my family. Mum has been tightly bound to her bed, I've been diagnosed with insomnia and Blake is dealing with things silently.

Due to Mum's condition, I've had to take charge. Blake and I have had to pull our own weight. We've had to fend for ourselves in the way of buying food so we didn't starve, paying bills and getting ourselves ready.

I did had a job to help pay, but it merely scraped us through the week. It was both Mum's and Dad's savings that have really helped us.

It had been a tough few months on all of us, so I couldn't blame Mum for being MIA.

Blake appeared in the kitchen and a smile immediately came across his face.

The three of us sat around eating breakfast, discussing how things were going. Mum started off with a huge apology about the way she had been over the past few months, leaving Blake and I both teary eyed. She told me she'd pay me back everything I had spent, but I told her not to worry about it.

Even though I carried the weight of this family around on my shoulders for four months, I couldn't blame Mum. She had tried to cope but she just wasn't that strong.

I had my fingers crossed tightly that this wasn't the calm before the storm.

After finishing off my breakfast, I went up to my room before I had to go to school.

I couldn't complain about how today was going. Sure, it was a little strange but it's better than it has been over the past few months.

Letting my mind go into the thought of how Mum's awakening will impact this family, I got changed. I tried not to think of the negative that might happen but I couldn't seem to push that away, as much as I wanted to and as much as I tried.

Sasha had started blowing up my phone, a routine she had started developing over the past three weeks. Normally I'd switch it off, but this morning I opened them.

Sasha!: Oi

Sasha!: Oi

Sasha!: I'm picking you up in ten minutes. Be ready. I'm bringing Maccas so I hope you're hungry!

Pulling on an over sized Green Day hoody, I made my way back down the stairs, past the kitchen where Mum was cleaning up.

"Sasha's on her way so I'm off. Are you going back to work?"

Our savings could only last us so long.

"Maybe in a few weeks. I've only just snapped out of it," Mum replied, giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Have a good day and I will see you when you get home."