Her eyes are black as the charcoal that was in hold of my hand and she was melancholy. By the way she looks back at me, all the pain that i felt this past few days, all the despondent things that i felt, the way i always feel isolated, it seems like she knows what i feel.. how i feel. I merely put the charcoal on the table and sighed. Tears woefully trundle down her pink pale cheeks, her lips pressed together.
The isolated girl that's drawn was me.
The memory from the last year suddenly rushed back to me.
It was a Friday night and my mom wasn't yet home. I tuck myself in to bed, reassuring myself she'll go home but then trying my best to reassure myself wasn't enough. While i was sleeping, my phone suddenly rang so i reached for it. It was my mom's name on the phone screen. She was calling.
"Mom?" I rub my eyes and rolled out of bed and turn on the lamp. I dart towards the window and look out for her car. My legs suddenly felt wobbly and i suddenly felt edgy. Why is her car not there?
"This is Doctor Ralph. Are you in any connection of Jessica Greene?" My palms flattened on the glass window and all the edginess fell to petrifying.
"I'm her daughter." I answered before a long moment of silence."Is she okay? Tell me she is."
"*sigh* She needs you here." And then Doctor Ralph hanged up.
But then i was too late. I didn't made it on time. Everyday, i regret all the things i ever did before it happened but there is no going back mode. I should have been good to her, i should have done my part of being her daughter. But everything finishes right? It all have different reasons, endings. And even thought i'm now free to do what i want to do, what i feel like i wanted to but thoughts and words are easier said or thought than being done. Life is just not so fair.
Maybe everything too, is not fair.
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Diana
Fanfiction“It was amazing what an hour with her sketchpad could do for her mood. She was sure that the lines she drew with her black marker were going to save her years of worry lines in the future.”
