A/N: Hey guys. I know this chapter is really short. I just wanted to introduce our main character, Brittany. It is a Brittana fanfic and if that isn't your thing, then you shouldn't continue reading past this point. I've written a total of 3 chapters to put up today so you can sort of get an idea of what I'm going for with this story. To continue, I'm going to have to ask for a bit of feedback so I will know whether you like it or not, whether I should continue it, and what you would like to see. Honesty is always key so if you just do not like it, I would still like to know. Hope you enjoy and happy reading! xx
Everyone said it would get better, but it never seemed to. In fact, some days were worse than the last. Brittany's routine consisted of waking up, surviving, and going back to sleep. In her dreams, everything seemed so much better. When she was awake was when the real nightmares seemed to happen….
Brittany brushed past her mother to go back to bed but was pulled back by her elbow. Her eyes scanned the floor before she looked up to meet her mom's warm, caring ones. Brittany's eyes were dull and they just stared at the ones looking back at her own. "What?"
Her mother sighed and handed Brittany a rag to dust with. "Busy yourself, baby. It'll help…." Brittany frowned but took the cloth, slowly dragging it over the coffee table. She numbly dusted off the small table beside the couch and almost knocked over a picture of Riley, her deceased husband. Brittany caught it before it could fall and sat it back in the same position it had been in. She turned and trudged back to her mother, thrusting the rag back into her hands.
"I'm done." Brittany walked back to her room and shut the door. She buried herself in the bed and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.