You Can't Help Me.

1: The Morning Struggle

Chloe's POV:

Beep beep beep beep!

The agonising sound of my alarm rushed its way through me, I don't think I will ever get used to that sound in the morning. Clicking the familiar button to switch it to the radio, I sat up for a while, just gazing at my homely room.

I love it here.

I had a large double bed, covered in pure white, silky sheets, draped upon them, a peachy pink fluffy throw. To match- on top of the gem patterned pillows- I had the same colour cushions, perfectly decorated with sewing lines to create texture.

I rubbed my eyes before realigning my sheets. My sleep was always so distressed my throw would end up in a heap on the floor. It was as if it would wake up in the night and crawl off the bed, making sure it looked like I had done it. But I don't remember.

My walls are cream, with a black sticker of a horse's head above my bed frame. Pictures are scattered around the room of my art, my animals, the beach, my friends, my aunt, mum and dad. Mum...

She was like a sister, best friend and a mother combined. She was; now she's just a headstone with a few poxy flowers that are slowing rotting away. The petals drift away just like everyone's memory of her.

But not mine. Not my dad's. 4months ago she went. 4months. Every time I think I'm healing it's like someone just rips off the plaster again, letting the wound bleed and bleed and bleed.

I trace my fingers along one of the pictures of her on my mirror. Her face was happy. She had one of those smiles that people could never forget. Pearly white teeth on display, the corners of her mouth, practically from ear to ear. Her gorgeous green eyes danced as they seemed to be smirking too, why would they have a reason to be sad? Her long brown hair fell perfectly down her shoulders I noticed, just as a tear hit mine.

Stroking the tear away from under my chin, my brain wandered into the trap of thinking I would never heal. I mean, would I? She was such a big part of my life for 15 years, well 16 in a week. How can one get over that?

She birthed me, she raised me, she loved me and and then...she left me.

It wasn't her fault I know of corse, but I still need her. At the end of a bad day or advice about something, she was there for me. And a part of me knows she always will be.

The song blasting from the radio alarm snapped me back to reality. My eyes focused as I looked to the mirror, putting my hair in a pony tail, getting ready to do my makeup. Robotically, I put my makeup on in the exact manner that I always do for school. A small layer of concealer under my eyes, fill in my eyebrows ever so slightly, curl and apply mascara to my lashes and finally, a dash of highlight. I had the same piercing green eyes and sliky brown hair as my mum did, I smiled, holding back the tears.

My tanned skin and features often reminded dad of mum too much so I tried not to look like her on bad days.

Unlike mum, I had naturally curly hair that bounced down to my mid back. It was in perfect little ringlets which I could only brush when it was wet because otherwise it jut got puffy. I undid the pony tail and flipped some of the front hair over the the left. Letting out a deep breath, I started back at my reflection. All I had to do when people asked was say, "I'm alright", and actually mean it... harder than it seemed sometimes.

I wandered over to my sliding wardrobe and picked out my outfit: blue High waisted jeans, a black vest top and a checked, open shirt.

One last glance in the mirror and I was out the door, taking a few sips of coffee before making my way to school. My friends house, Mia , was on the way so I walked with her. Me and Mia would meet Ivy at the gates. All three of us have been friends since preschool and I don't think we will ever stop.

They have been there for me since the accident, Mia a little more as Ivy can be impatient and a little self centred but I don't mind. It what makes her her I guess.

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