Reality

Prologue

Gone.
She is gone. My mother.

Sure it happened about a year ago, but I loved her. She was my rock. We did everything together. We told each other everything. Yes I do have my dad but he works a lot. He would rather have his loads of money than have a relationship with me. His daughter.

He didn't even go to her funeral. He was too busy 'working'. You may wonder why I put inverted commas around 'working' but it's because I know that he uses work as an excuse to sleep with his assistant.

What kind of horrible person misses their wife's funeral to sleep with his mistress? It's times like this when I wonder why he even married her if he wanted to sleep with that whore.

He took away everything important to me and therefore I hate him, but at least I still have memories. Memories of her. The one thing that he couldn't take from me.

Memories of when she bought me my car last year, the day before she died. Memories of when she followed me to school with it. Memories of when she taught me how to ride a bike. She was so protective of me but now I have no one.

*Flashback*

Little 7 year old me was trying to ride a bike for the first time. All my friends could already and I just felt like a failure.

"Mom. I can't do it. I will never be able to to it!" I screamed running off crying. I stopped running once I got to a tree. A tree that I didn't know how important it would be later on in my life.

After a while, my mom came to me.

"Honey, can I tell you something? When I was your age, a very long time ago," This brought a smile to my tear-stained face, "I couldn't ride a bike either. But my mum told me the same thing I'm going to tell you now. The only thing stopping you from succeeding is yourself. If you don't believe in yourself, you will never be able to achieve what you want to achieve."

"Mom, am I a failure?" I sobbed, looking down. She held my chin and gently lifted my head to look at her, using her other hand to wipe away my tears.

"You are my baby girl. You will never be a failure to me." She held me close and tight.

"Mommy?" She let me go and looked at me. "Never leave me."

"Never in a million years." She said genuinely, stopping my tears from falling. "Now let's try and ride that bike again, shall we?" I nodded, smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

*End of flashback*

That memory brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it. The tree that I ran to back then was where I begged my dad to let my mum be buried. So that every time I visit her, I can remember one of the most iconic moments in our lives.

We both had the same best day of our lives. The day I was born. For her, it was because she got the chance to, and I quote, raise a bright and beautiful young woman. For me, it was because I got to live with a wise and inspirational woman. The only woman I will ever respect until the day I die.

Her death changed me. I started hanging out with the wrong people. I got myself into a lot of trouble. I lost my friends. But most of all, I lost my best friend. In case you're wondering who that is, it's her. She was my best friend and she will continue to be my best friend for a million years.

When she died, I stopped driving my car. I still make my 'dad' pay for my insurance and the other legal things that he needs to pay for, but I don't drive it. I can't. Whenever I look at the wheel, I see the look on my mum's face when she died. That's right, I saw her die. I held her in her arms as she took her last breath.

*Flashback*

"Honey, my time has come." She said to me before she coughed out more blood and phlegm. As always, there is more blood than phlegm, which bring tears to my eyes.

"Don't you dare say that to me." I cried.

"It's the truth baby." She croaked.

"Stop it right now."

"I am so happy you are my daughter. Not one day has passed that you have ever disappointed me. You are everything that I wish I could have been growing up."

"Mummy, you are everything that I want to be. And you will live to be able to show me how." My face was covered in tears.

"Scarlett. My dear Scarlett. My dying wish is for you to be happy. Promise me you'll be happy."

"You don't get a dying wish mum. Only people who are dying get that. You are not dying. You hear me. You are not dying." I shouted.

"Just promise me. Please." She was crying too.

"I promise, I promise a billion times and more." I hugged her.

"I love you baby girl."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." She quoted, bringing a small smile to both of our mouths.

"Your my baby

A beautiful princess walking on sunshine" She sang

"Sleep and maybe

All your worries will go and be alright." We sung together.

"You can take me." I was singing this part alone. Why isn't she singing? I looked at her and her eyes were closed.

"Mum. Mummy. Wake up." I shouted, shaking her body. She wasn't responding. I took her wrist and searched for a pulse. There was none.

"You need to wake up. You promised." I cried. She didn't wake up.

"No. No. No. No. No." I screamed.

She's gone.

*End of flashback*

Do you know how terrible that was? She died in my arms.

She died in my arms.

The one person who meant anything to me died in my arms. I will never forget that. I can't. Not only did she die, but she took my heart with her.

I promised I would be happy. But I can't. I can't be happy without her in my life. She made me happy. She pulled me together. She knew just what to say when I was feeling down.

She knew that I couldn't sleep when it rained and that I was scared to death of spiders. She knew everything. Everything about me. Now that she isn't here, there isn't a soul on this earth that knew anything about me. At least not as much as she did.

Who cares if she should know because she is my mum? I surely don't. She wasn't just my mum. She was my best friend, my sister. I could tell her everything and anything and she wouldn't judge me. She gave the best advice. She had better fashion sense than half the people in my school.

But most of all, she was always there for me whenever I needed her. Now that, is why she is the only person I can ever, will ever and have ever trusted.