Letters to a Rockstar

TAKING A TOLL

I woke up in my new room and looked around. I smiled as I looked out my windows. My bedroom had windows and a cozy bench seat.

I had deep purple walls, bright green carpet, my bedspread was deep purple and stitched with bright colored musical notes here and there. Song lyrics by classic rock artists were here and there. I had gotten this made for me as a gift one year for my birthday. It was a lightweight down comforter. I slowly sat up and took my medicine.

My hair was now shoulder length. It was cut into a straight style. My color was just raven black and no rainbow. I did not even bother with it since I was losing it.

The minute my water hit my stomach I knew I was in trouble. I grabbed my bucket beside my bed and vomited it. Water shot out of my nose as I felt someone sit beside me. I knew it was Remington. He pulled my hair out of my face and into a ponytail. I dry-heaved as he took my bucket away. He rinsed it out and came back with a water and a towel. He handed me my water and I rinsed out my mouth and swallowed the rest.

I felt it come back up and I dry-heaved and it managed to stay down. I laid back and took my medicine again.

Remington set my bucket down and left without saying a word. I looked at him and he did not look back. I felt my throat crack as tears blinded me. They soon released and I collapsed onto my pillows and cried. Why did he act like this was my fault?

My mom came in and laid down with me. She pulled me onto her chest and I cried. She kissed me as I cried. I cried until my head was hurting. Tears stopped coming and my heart felt broken yet. Remington never ever treated me like that? What changed so sudden to make him like this??

"Mommy? What did I do??" I asked as she leaned against my pillows and I laid in her lap. She sighed a deep, sad sigh. "You did nothing Chelsea. He is just having a hard time coping with this. His baby sister is dying and there is nothing that can be done. This has been hard on all of us. He is having trouble since he has been here from the beginning. He loves you baby girl. He just needs time with your brothers. That's all." She said as I looked at her. She smiled lovingly as she brushed my hair out of my eyes. I did not know what to say.

What would a person say when this is all going on?? Things have happened in a matter of months. My marriage ended and I found out I am dying. I had to move to get better treatment and medicine.

"Hey, how would you like to go see an exhibit today?? There is one going on at the art museum nearby and I got us tickets. Are u up to doing that today?? Taking your mind off this for a while??" She asked as she looked into my aquamarine eyes. Me and Sebastian were the only ones that had gotten this color. Remington and Emerson had gotten brown.

I nodded as she kissed my head and I sat up. "Lets get you dressed and ready to go." My mom said as she scooted towards my side of my bed and got down. I stretched and stood up. I felt pain in my wrists today. At least I was able to walk.

I walked over to my closet as my mom walked beside me. Just in case my balance gave way. I opened my doors to my walk in closet and walked inside.

"Have a seat doll and I will pull some outfits out for you. We will bring your jacket with us so you will not get chilled. The inside will be chilly since they have precious artifacts there." She said as I nodded.

I looked out the windows at the view.

I saw the lake nearby and boats were coming and going occasionally. I smiled as people walked past our house and stopped and looked. We had a house with windows and two stories. The outside was painted a dark grey with a deep orange trim around it. There were iron poles that were shaped like twisted taffy. They were painted bright colors. We had a wrap around porch on both levels. They were enclosed and had furniture. Ceiling fans were here and there.