A.N. Just so you know you don't have to read this. I just thought I'd explain where I got my ideas. Yesterday, my mom and I went to an art fair. We were looking at some weird recycled clothes when on the groundwe sawthis adorable teddy-bear dressed in a fox/sheep suit. I decided to buy it for my friend's baby sister. So, I did. It was so cute that soon my mom was obsessing over it. She was talking to it, positioning it, telling it stories and many more queer things. So, I made a joke about her being in love with it and ta-da I had my fabulous idea for a story. I fear I've given away too much but I thought I should tell people. On a crazy whim this is a twilight fanfic. All human, though. One more thing anything in bold and brackets is a personal note. Please R&R.
Chapter 1: Mommy, Dearest
I sat and stared at my mother. She was sitting on the ground laughing as she played with toy trucks. I laughed a sorrowful chuckle. My mom was crazy! Some people say that when they're mom won't give them what they want or they get in a fight with her but no, mine is actually crazy. It was last year that it happened.
Flashback June 27, 2007(I'm officially going to be depressed ever June 27th)
"Mom, I'm hungry." I whined.
"I forgot to get the groceries, again." She said as if it was a normal occurrence. Wait, it was a normal occurrence.
"Do you ever remember?" I joked. She did forget too often.
"No. I guess not." She agreed. She was laughing freely and had a smile on her face. I loved my mom so much!
"Is there anything to eat?" I asked.
"No." She groaned.
"Can you get something?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure. Anything for my darling daughter." She said sarcastically.
"To the silver space mobile a.k.a. the silver Honda civic." I called.
"To the silver space mobile." She mimicked. We walked into our apartment building's parking lot and climbed into the silver space mobile. (I apologize for talking so weirdly but I talk like this in real life.)
"Mom?" I called.
"Yes?" She replied.
"I love you." I said innocently. How naïve could I be? I did love her but I was sickeningly innocent, and sickeningly childish.
"I love you too, sweetie." She replied. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride and during the time we were shopping.
Silently, we climbed into the back of our car. We were driving along when suddenly a loud screech came from behind. I shrieked and our car swerved. We hit a bump in the road and flipped over.
"Mom!" I cried. Next, there was a series of yelps that were most likely my own. I was so confused. The world seemed to be spiralling to an end. Hold on Meg! (Her name is not Megan! It's Nutmeg! Crazy idea but I'm sticking with it,) You can't walk away from this world! You can't let go! You can do it! Fight off the urge to give up! Don't go into the light! Why did people always say that? I don't see a light! Wait! Do I smell lemons? Then, the lights went out.
"Meg." said a distant voice. I tried to figure out who it was but couldn't seem to recognize it. I couldn't get my eyes open quite yet but I could hear the voices. They were talking about my mom. Was she okay?
"The mother's worse." One voice commented.
"Is she dead?" Another voice asked.
"No but it's highly likely she is brain damaged." The first voice replied. Brain damaged? She can't be brain damaged! I can't live with her but I can't leave her. Where am I to go? My eyes fluttered open.
"Can I see my mom?" I asked instantaneously.
"Sorry. You have to stay here." said an incredibly handsome blonde doctor.
"Are you an intern?" I asked. He looked rather young.
"No. I'm a doctor." He chuckled. My cheeks were tainted pink.
"Oops. Sorry." I apologized.
"It's okay." He replied.
"My mom's brain damaged, isn't she?" I said.
"I don't know for sure but it's most likely." He replied his face grave. My face fell.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I asked.
"A social worker will come and talk to you if needed." He answered.
"She can't be brain damaged!" I yelled.
"Calm down. You need to worry about yourself at the time being. Then, you can worry about your mom." He said soothingly.
"I am worrying about myself." I replied more calmly.
"You have to worry about getting better. You have a concussion, a few minor cuts and a fractured fibula." He explained.
"Oh. When can I get out of here?" I asked.
"A day or two. Do you have a dad?" He asked intrusively.
"Yes. Some where. He left three years ago, never seen him since." I replied my eyes glaring at the wall.
"What's his name?" He asked.
"Michael Torres (Totally random pick,). Father of Nutmeg Manning, ex-husband of Chai Manning." I answered.
"We'll try our best to find him." The doctor tried to reassure me.
"We tried our best and look where that got us." I laughed bitterly.
"I can see this is a touchy topic for you. I just came by to give you these forms to fill out." He said.
This doctor looked way to young to be a doctor. He was about 23 years old. He had blonde hair, pale skin and eyes the colour of topaz.
"Thank you, sir." I took the forms.
"You're welcome. You can call me Dr. Cullen." He replied. I looked down to examine what the forms were asking. Just simple things at first. My name, age, etc but when I got to the stuff about my medical history I was lost.
"Nutmeg?" Somebody called. I snapped my head around. It was the handsome doctor.
"I'm Meg. What?" I asked exasperated.
"I just wanted to tell you that your mother is, in fact, brain-damaged." He said. He sure knew how to make my day!
That's how I ended up here. My dad had come back. I don't know why. It was a torturous lifestyle for all three of us, though. A tear slipped down my cheek silently. I'm a fifteen year old girl. This isn't supposed to be my life. I don't want to spend my time caring for my insane mother. I love her but I want to be my care-free self that I was two years ago.
"Come on, mom. Time to go to the doctors!" I said trying to get her to stop from playing with the barbies.
"Please Meggie, five more minutes?" My mom begged.
"No! The doctor doesn't have time for you to play barbies for five more minutes." I answered sharply.
"Okay, Meggie." Mom replied pouting weakly. I took her hand and led her to Dr. Cullen's office. Apparently, he was a psych doctor. Why he was my doctor after the crash I have no clue. I had been taking my mom to him once a week since I was thirteen years old. I had to pay for taxi to get here since my mom couldn't really go in buses. So, I was broke. She hated buses! So, she would throw a fit and it didn't look to normal to have an adult woman throwing a fit because she didn't like buses.
"Hello, Chai." Dr. Cullen greeted patronizingly. "Meg, nice to see you again." He said in a more grown up tone.
"Hello, Carlisle." I greeted. That was Dr. Cullen's first name. I had started calling him that after the first six months of appointments.
"Hello, Carlie." My mother said adoringly. She treated him like a mentor. I knew she would never get to be like him, though because she didn't age mentally. Then, they went through their usual procedures. I sat and waited for them to finish.
My eyes darted across the pictures that were on his desk. They were all of beautiful young people. There were eight people plus Carlisle each in at least two photos. The one that was in front was a young women that looked a bit closer to Carlisle's age. She had reddish hair and bright eyes. Her skin was pale too. Behind there was one of a blonde girl (she was a bit to old to be considered a girl but I'll stick with it) who looked a bit younger but not to much. She was beautiful and sculpted looking reminding me of the Greek myth about the man who fell in love with a sculpture he made. She too was as pale as freshly fallen snow. Next there was a muscular boy (well, young man) with dark brown hair and a cheeky grin. Looks like everyone had the signature pale skin. After him, there was a pixie-like black-haired girl with shining eyes and a chirpy smile. Next to her there was a honey blonde boy with his arms wrapped around her slender waist. After was a picture of a gorgeous bronze-haired boy in a tuxedo and a girl in a wedding dress. Their cheeks were flushed and they looked excited. A smile twitched across my face. After, there was another picture of them with a little girl between them. The little girl had curly brown hair and an adorable face. Her eyes were the same deep brown as the woman who I guessed was her mother. They looked down on her with adoration. After, there were just other pictures of the same people.
"That's it for today. See you guys next week." Dr. Cullen said in a cheery, kind voice.
"See you!" I replied.
So, what did you think???? I am very pleased with this chapter but I think it should have had a better ending. Do you agree?? It doesn't feel complete. I actually have a plot for this story which I will start to uncover next chapter. I had to tell the story of how it happened first and I didn't want to rush into anything. I do realize it's mostly a flashback but it's very important. I will add a few more flashbacks in the story. I'm not sure if I'm going to try to make it funny or sad.