Princess {Currently Being Updated}

{{ Prologue }}

Botton down shirt. Black skinny jeans. I let out a heavy sigh and tied my hair in a bun, something between messy and neat that was so popular right now. I didn't bother to do anything more than eyeliner and mascara. There was no point. I looked around my room and made sure all my belongings were tidily packed into my bag, a simple worn down plaid backpack that screamed to be replaced. I heard something stir in the kitchen, just out of my sight.

"She's awake." I smiled and took one final look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I tucked in the cheap pharmacy makeup I had into the pencil bag and zipped up my bag.

"I'll be right there!" I shouted through out the open door and proceeded into the open living room.

A humble room like this would be called many things, but not a living room. She was on the bar that served as a kitchen table. The oven was on and the kettle was starting to whistle. There was only one chair in the room besides the couch, and my mother was curled in a ball on it, staring vaguely out the window. It wasn't much a view. There was a dark grey sky, not like her home blue sky. No sun, the thing she grew up to see every day. There was rain starting to pour on the window pain, something she had gotten too used to seeing.

"How are you mom?" I tried with a chirpy voice. "Do you feel like an earl grey to warm you up? Or maybe some green tea?"

No answer. No surprise.

"I think some earl grey will be today's tea. I have some eggs and bacon today." I served her plate and tea without a response. I took out her medication and counted her pills. No change. I took her recommended dose of two, "Okay mom." I placed it on her napkin, "Today's happy pills: Tom and Jerry. You remember those?"

I peeked into the fridge, "Okay. So I made lasagna last night. It came out pretty good. If you don't want that, we have some chicken broth left over. If all else fails, you can order Chinese or Pizza." I slapped the magnets on the fridge door to point them out but of course, she wasn't listening. She remained with her eyes fixed outside, hugging her poor frail bodying and humming to herself.

"Mom?" I wrapped my arms around her. It had been three months since she last had an episode. Her depression had gotten so bad, she had stopped eating and tried to starve herself. The memory of having to beg her to eat was still fresh in my mind. It was something I saw every night and worried about while I was away. As an added measure, I had started to make sure to watch her take her medication as well as hide the prescription bottle.

"I'm okay, sugar plum." she smiled and hugged me back. "You're such a good girl, always taking care of mommy." She came back to my world, and started to eat her breakfast. I joined her and ate my breakfast. At the end of the meal, I watched her swallow her two pills.

"Have a good day, beautiful." she patted me on the cheek.

"No parties while I'm out, Mom. The neighbor's don't like it." I smiled at her, and heard her giggle. It was something small, weak, but it was there. I hated crying. I blinked away the stinging sensation in my eyes, looked up, I did all the tricks in the book. I hadn't heard my mother laugh at something in years. She was getting better after all. From that, I knew it was going to be tolerable.