Forget Me Not [Original]

Prologue ✔

Songs:

Imagination- Shawn Mendes

Never say Never- The Fray

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She hated the smell of cleanliness and of bleach. She hated the white tile and cold and depressing atmosphere of her surroundings. She hated all of it. The hospital was a place of sorrow for her and held nothing but agonizing memories that she wished she could forget. The depression that came with being within a few feet of a person in critical condition, their chance at recovery small, was excruciating. There was nothing she could do to help them, helpless as she was visiting what could be potentially her last visit to her mom.

Her strides were small as she walked through the garden, running her fingers softly over the red, silk tulip petals. Her mind pondered over her situation. Her mother was getting worse. Jen knew she didn't have long left before the leukemia would win. How she wished they could switch places. Seeing her dear mother suffer was distressing. She didn't know who hurt more, her mother diagnosed with cancer or herself, having to watch her mother die right in front of her?

She shook her head, almost as if she could rid the haunting thoughts from her mind. Jen ran a stressed hand through her long brown hair, an anxious movement meant to calm her.

All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. She wanted to hide within the shadows of society so she wouldn't have to be bothered with words such as "Sorry for your loss" or "I am so sorry" or even "I'm always here for you." She just wanted to be with her mother. Her strong, healthy, fully functioning mom. She didn't want anyone's pity, she just yearned for her mother.

Any moment now, she would be yanked back into reality and out of her safe haven that was the hospital gardens. She didn't know why, but she found a sense of security and peace in the gardens. It was almost as if the flowers themselves whispered soothing words to her. The thought was absurd, but the aroma the flowers enveloped her with was pleasing, like a shield of safety.

A soft knock came on the window from inside the hospital, her father signaling for her to come inside. Before leaving the gardens however, she drew a deep breath to calm herself, centering her focus on trying her hardest not to cry in front of her mom. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

Jen opened her eyes which she didnt realize were closed and walked to the door, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable.

As soon as she stepped inside, her dad ushered her to her mother's hospital room. Their soft footsteps quietly sounded off of the nearby walls. The entire hospital was silent, like it was sleeping. Uneasiness slithered up her spine, causing her to shiver. Something wasn't right. Jen just got this bad feeling as they approached the room, its as if death made itself present, a beckoning finger drawing her to her mother.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you can't go in there." A female voice spoke from behind them, stopping them in their tracks. They were just about to enter her mother's room, a blonde woman with a soothing voice stopping them.

Almost instantly, Jen's father turned around. He had been quiet the entire walk, not even hinting at what was happening. His face remained expressionless and impassive as he just gave the nurse a short nod, and sat down on one of the chairs outside of the room. He didn't have the courage and heart to fight anymore. There was no way for him to stop the inevitable.

He was scared, not wanting to trust his voice, wanting to shut off his emotions so that maybe the pain may pass him by. He knew it was a sick thought, but the lure of no pain infatuated him. He suppressed the tears and thoughts until he had heard news from the doctors. He would allow himself this time of sanctuary to prepare himself for the death of his wife.

From outside they could hear hushed whispers and the slight shuffle of feet. Time played a sick and torturous game with their minds as they waited for any news or change of events, but none came.

In the midst of sleep, Jen could her the soft voices of the doctors on the other side of the door. It felt like an eternity until the door knob turned and out walked several individuals dressed in scrubs and pained faces. The sadness and pity in each of their eyes made Jen's stomach turn painfully. There was not one sign of good fortune.

Jen's father frowned deeply at their expressions. He braced himself for the worst as he stood to gather knowledge from the professionals who were waiting patiently to speak with him.

Jen stayed firmly planted on the uncomfortable and hard chair. She was afraid that if she stood she would only come crashing back down, the weight from the remorseful atmosphere dragging her down. She shook aggressively. This cannot be happening, she thought. Out of all of the people on the world, why did she have to be the one to lose a parent so soon?

"Are you Jen?"

She gave a curt nod in response, not looking at the owner of the voice.

"Your mother requests your company." A man with icy blue eyes said, the mention of her mother had Jen look up. The man then set off into a power-walk down the hall, leaving her in a state of quandary. She wanted so badly to see what had become of her mother, but terrified all the same. What was she to say? To do?

Deciding to get over with, Jen walked in slowly, taking an empowering breath just before.

There she laid, weak, frail, and pale. Her mother reached a shaky hand out toward her only child. She wanted so badly to embrace Jen in a warm hug, but her weakening state wouldn't allow her.

"I'm so sorry, baby." She spoke to Jen, her voice came out a whisper, her thin lips chapped. She shook her head in disbelief, trying to convince herself that this was a dream and that she'd wake up at any moment.

She didn't want to leave this world yet. She wasn't ready. She would have to leave Jen to fend for herself, motherless.

Jen stood silently. She didn't know what to say. She was mad at her mom. She wanted so badly to scream and ask why she was leaving her. Yet she was heartbroken, she knew it wasn't her mother's fault. Jen forced back a sob, raw emotion constricting her voice.

"I love you, Mom." Jen choked out. Her throat burned and was tight, limiting her words.

"Promise me you'll stay strong. If not for yourself, then for me." Her mother could not control the emotion from lacing itself into her voice. Tears were threatening to spill over her eyes and her mouth hurt from trying to stop the cry of pain from leaving her chest.

Jen caught hold of her mother's hand, the tears she fought now flowing down her cheeks.

They stayed like that for hours, silently holding onto each other, Jen soon falling asleep within the quickly closing night. That would be her mothers last night before drawing her final breath.

Her mother was gone, Jen waking up into a world of pain the next morning.
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(A/N): To me this is a crappy start, but I actually started over and I like it much better than the other one, same plot but Jen is normal, she doesn't have any conditions like previously written. I hope you enjoy the following chapters, it starts slow, but I'm trying to pick it up and make it exciting.