FOR THE SAKE OF KATHERINE(Book 2)√

~shade of pink

Chapter fourteen

Katherine's POV

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I heard a sharp knock on my door as I sat facing the dressing mirror in my room. I can't believe am actually going through with this party of a thing.

Hell

Dressed in a knee length sliver gown. I looked presentable for a celebrant. My hair was pulled into a bun in the middle of my head even though a few strand had found their way out of the band holding them.

I only applied a little mascara on my lashes and lined my water line with a dark eye liner and finished my touch with a little brush of pink blushes on my cheeks as I was looking alot paler than usual.

I'm nervous

My lips holds a shade of pink color as the lip glow had added life to it. I have been seating here for nearly an hour now. Aunt Nene was here earlier to inform me about the arrival of my friends but I was still reluctant to show my face at my own party.

How brave of me to hide away

I took a deep breath as I allowed my thoughts to wonder away; what would have happened if mom was to be here. Would I be where I am right now? Here in Nigeria and seating in this room and in front of this mirror dreading the very thought of my own birthday? And to think that the only answers to my own questions are gone with the wind cos no matter how many times I ask! I will never get to find out what my life would have been if she didn't die that faithful day..

And if I was to go back in time. What would I have done so differently? Probably hold on to her so tightly that even death would have been too weak to snatch her from me but I was too weak to even keep her awake when those eyes had looked at me for the last time before falling into a deeper slumber

To even think that I heard her whisper something to me that night was almost like a dream. It was raining so hard right after she suddenly became sick again and we thought; finally the medication she had been placed on was finally working magic and she was going to be okay! But little did we realize that mom was faking it. She just wanted us to see her strong and happy again cos after she was diagnosed, happiness went right out the door.

Dad worked tirelessly to make sure she could survive it. He consulted with every specialist he could find and took every chance he was given no matter how slim or little but none of that was enough to cure her.

The chemotherapy hurt her even more. Her smiles became even weaker each passing day and our family was obviously falling apart. How could it stand when our whole lives revolved around her and suddenly we were been faced with the possibility of living that same life without her.

More hell

Being happy was nearly impossible after she passed and right after we moved here. The closest I have gotten to being happy is with aunt Nene and Lavi and slowly, he is being ripped out of my chest as well.

How cruel can this life get...

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