Her Last Wish

Chapter 1- Part 1 of 2

Hey guys! Thanks for reading( in advance xD). Soooo. . This is my first time writing here at Wattpad( and this is the second story I wrote my entire life, no joke). So yeah, hope you guys like it! Comments are much appreciated. Okay, I'm gonna stop talking now( technically, I'm not anyway). x)

-xLittleMonstahX

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-Chapter 1-  

Time. . . 

Seconds slowly passing by. . . 

The clock ticking endlessly. . . 

How much longer had I been given? 

How much time was left? 

Before I - 

"Alice, dear, what are you staring at?" my mother asked with great concern, her voice breaking me away from my thoughts. I motioned towards the darkening sky, as it turned into a faint orange color. I was certain it had been the most breathtaking sight I had ever seen, never once failing to leave me mesmerized as the blue sky changed color.  

Almost immediately, my mother pressed her lips into a tight line, as she refused to revisit the subject she wished never to visit again. 

I sighed heavily, as I unwillingly tore my gaze away from the twilight sky. She had never seemed to understand me, really. She was a mother who never truly knew her own daughter. 

It was my last wish, the subject my parents would not dare talk about. My wish to feel the clouds against my bare body, caressing my skin with gentleness not even the slightest touch of a human could compare. But of course, it had been impossible. My parents had reminded me for as long as I was capable of remembering that it indeed was; however I had refused to listen. 

I was five when I decided whatever my final wish would become. I was on a flight towards Britain together with my family to visit a distant uncle. I remembered quite well looking out of the plane window and whining in a childish manner, for I had run out of things to do. It was then that I had truly seen the beauty of clouds. I had never seen them so close before; it was as if I could have reached out and touched them. I remembered crying for the glass window refused to open and I was not able to touch them. 

I leaned my head against the cold marble table as it throbbed dearly, folding my arms across my stomach. "Mom, how long do I have left?" I asked, though I was certain I did not want to learn the answer. 

She stared at me with great bemusement. "What?" she asked, clearly wishing I had not asked that question. 

"How much time do I have left before I die, mom?" I rephrased, not quite giving up yet. 

She frowned deeply. "Honey, we wouldn't know-" she began to say, but I cut her off immediately.  

"How long did the doctors say I had left?"  

She sighed in apparent defeat. "Well, the doctors said you had six months to live; although they could be wrong. It would not be the first time they're wrong, honey. Nothing is ever certain," she added much too quickly.