A/N: Mothers' day was last weekend (In the UK, where I'm from but I spell mum with an o on this...weird) and to commemorate it, I'm going to put in some chapters with the characters and their parents! So a lot of this will be flashbacks with the students telling their parents about their day. I've also noticed that chapters are getting longer (This one is 6200 words 0_o), which is great, cause everyone seems to be locked inside for the pandemic, but time consuming...
Aside from that, nothing much to say except thanks for reading!
So till next time,
D.L.D
P.S. Thanks Gucci Mane LaFlare, TotalDramaAddict x9, TDFan and a guest reviewer for the nice reviews! They really made dealing with being inside all day better.
P.S.S. Anonim I will try to write more about Noah. I've noticed that I don't write about some characters as much as others and so I'm trying to make varied plots that highlight their characteristics. I do have one in mind for Noah and I'll write it as soon as I finish one of these!
Courtney's P.O.V
I sighed as I stared blankly at my phone screen. Katie had given me a break while she went to get our costumes. Today was mothers' day and I wanted to gift my mom with something she had missed these past few years. Yes, I'm referring to my actual Latina-self. There you go. You heard it right. That's why I asked Katie for a refresher: to surprise my mom. Not that it won't come in handy for my career either, but right now it's for my mom.
"Looks like someone's waiting for a reply~" I jumped as I heard Katie's voice behind me. She giggled as I tried to collect myself.
"Don't worry I didn't peek," She smiled slightly, "I got the costumes!"
My eyes widened in amazement at the costumes she'd made. Katie had really outdone herself. Really. She'd made two matching matching outfits, both based on our cultures. Mine had blue flowers, whereas hers had red. In her other hand was hairstyling essentials and a few flowers.
"If we're gonna perform, we have to look the part," She winked, "Even if it's just for our moms."
"Yep," I nodded as I discarded my phone in the corner.
Hopefully my mom'll really like this otherwise I may just start acting American again! Well, not fully American, but you know what I mean.
Tyler's P.O.V
"Come on Scott!" I called as I was free. We were playing soccer for this week and I had so far been shrugged off by my team. Figures. They all don't believe I'm good at sports! I wish Taylor and Lightning were here with me. They'd know exactly how to make this shitty day better.
"Hey, Tyler!" I nearly tripped over the ball as Justin passed it to me, "Try to score!"
"Why'd you pass him the ball, pretty boy?" Scott seethed, "You know he can't catch a ball to save his life."
"He was the only free member," Justin shrugged.
But I couldn't listen any longer. I could see that two of the opposing team's members were trying to tackle me.
Making a dash for it, I dribbled the ball wobbling in a curved line as I went along. I'd never had possession of the ball for this long! I must be improving. Smiling as I dribbled, I watched as the opposition followed. The other team consisted of the ice dancers, cadets and two other people I forgot the names of. In short the team were good. As I tried to look for an opening to pass, I noticed I was nearing the goal. The opposition still followed, but soon stopped. I was all alone, heading to the goal. Then, I shot.
"Goal!" Jacques chuckled, "Is what I would say, if you shot the right way."
Instantly the whole field was filled with laughter. All around me, my fellow classmates laughed as they chanted.
"Failer! Failer! Failer!"
Gerry and Pete were just laughing, presumably at another one of the jokes. There was no-one to stop them from chanting.
My classmates' voices filled my ears as I droopily walked away from the field. Dejected. Defeated. What's the point? I'm terrible at sports and my only two friends are in another class. I should just quit.
I take one last look at the field, where everyone was still laughing and chanting. They looked me in the eyes, some tauntingly and some sympathetically, and soon they were gone from my view.
...
I sighed as I retold the embarrassing tale to my parents. Today had been really tough for me and I think they could tell.
My dad sighed along with me while my mom just chuckled. She wore a smile on her face, as she looked at me.
"That's my, Ty," She hugged me fondly, "Always falling over his own two feet!"
"Mooom," I rolled my eyes as she hugged me, "You're lucky it's mothers' day."
"I know," She simply laughed, "Usually I have to force a hug out of you."
"Well, don't get used to it, it's only for today," I say.
She just chuckled as I hugged her back, glad to have someone to vent to about my day.
Taylor's P.O.V
Overwhelming. That's the first thing I thought as I walked into the venue for my first match. Camera flashes. Voices. Money. People were everywhere, all crowded in the hall as they tried to snag the best seats. It didn't help that an overwhelming heat took over the room as well. Sweaty bodies brushed against my own as I pushed through wave of people. Some stopped to ask me some questions and I'm pretty sure I spotted some familiar faces, but other than that everything was strange and overwhelming.
I sighed as I finally got into my changing room. I'm finally away from that crowd! The very thought of being in that sweaty bustling mess made me shiver. I'm definitely not looking forward to going back into that...
Placing my bag on the small table, I got out my sports gear. I decided to wear my favourite beige sports bra, with a gold hem and my favourite beige and white shorts. I then got my lucky pair of wraps and gloves. Before wrapping my hands up, I tied my long hair into a ponytail. Maybe I should cut it. It would make doing sports easier... Nah! Then I'd look like a guy. That's a definite no.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. The sight of me all geared out, eased the fluttering in my stomach. But only for a sec. It was worth a try.
I sighed as I plopped down on the chair beside the table. I should try to get as much rest as I can before the match. I have a feeling Lucy Thunderberker will tire me out. I got my headphones from my bag and place them over my ears, only to hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say automatically, knowing it was probably my gym buddies coming to give me a pep talk. Boy was I surprised by who it was.
"Lightning?" I raised a brow, "What are you doing here?"
"Can't a guy wish his friend luck?" He smiled slightly, "Ty told me you had a match."
"Oh..." I trailed off. I forgot that I didn't tell Lightning about the match. The last time I spoke about it, I said I was quitting.
"Hey, don't feel bad," He placed a hand on my shoulder.
Wasn't he just at the door? Whatever. I can question that later.
"I'm not," I say trying to cover that I actually was, "Just nervous."
"Nervous? You don't need to be nervous, Tay," He chuckled.
"You sure?" I smiled slightly.
"Yep," He nodded, "I know you'll pound her ass!"
"Ok..." I say, laughing slightly. How did he always know how to cheer me up? Even when I'm feeling the worst, Lightning knows how to make me smile. That's why I love being friends with him.
"Can Taylor Gripling report to the ring!" I heard a voice cry out from the PA system.
"That's my cue," I exhale, "Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck," He laughed, "You're already sha-mazing enough!"
I just smiled at his remark before heading to the ring. Hopefully, I'll win.
.0.0.0.
"You ready?" I could sense the taunting in the blonde's voice.
"Born ready," I smirked as I bumped my gloved fists together. If this bitch thinks she's winning she's got another thing coming. I'm winning this thing today. For mu gym buddies, for my mom, for Lightning and Tyler and for myself. Sorry Lucy, but I'll be the new best female boxer in town.
The bell rang and we immediately began circling each other. Lucy was constantly taunting me as we circled, the gap between us getting smaller.
"Too scared to make the first hit?" She smiled. Whoa, the fame must've really gotten to this girl's inflated ego. Who the fuck does she think she is calling me a coward?
In one swift movement, I punched her solid in the jaw, just missing her eyebrow and nose.
"First piece of advice," I smirked, "Don't call me a coward."
Blood formed at Lucy's lips, but she didn't even flinch. She just spat it onto the ring. Like it was nothing. I just got a growl in return, before she leaped at me. Animalistic. Good thing boxing's about technique and control. She managed to club me on the head, but unlike with Jo she didn't knock me down. In fact, I used it as an opening to punch her in the gut.
"Bitch," She muttered as she stumbled back, the wind taken from her gut.
"Please," I was back in my ready position, moving towards her, "I barely left a scratch. You are a boxer right?"
I think my question struck a nerve as I saw her eyes glisten. Before she could recover, I knocked her square on the nose. Crimson blood cascaded from her face, as the giant and broad Lucy fell to the ground. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her blood hair came out of its bun. The ruthless beast was now still.
"And it's a knockout!" Everyone cheered as I looked at the crowd. Surprised.
I knocked her out...Lucy Thunderberker. Best female boxer around this part of town! I did it! I-
Before my mind could wonder any more, I blinked as I saw my mom hugging me.
"You did it Taylor!" She smiled, kissing my cheek, "This is the best mother's day present you've given me."
"Really?" I asked as she pulled away.
She nodded, sniffling slightly, "I'm so proud of the amazing young woman you've become."
"Not the waterworks mom," I blushed as she wiped her eyes.
"Sorry Taylor," She chuckled slightly, "I'm just so proud!"
I smiled at her words. My mom was proud of me and that's all I needed to make this day even better.
DJ's P.O.V
"Hey guys," I smiled at the camera, "It's me, DJ, again."
We were doing a second cooking vlog and since it was Mama's day, I decided to do something with Mama. After all, it's been a while since I've done anything with her. I think the last time was Christmas...Wow! That is long.
We were all in Mama's kitchen, Cameron filming and Owen getting ready to assist as well as taste the food we made. Everything was laid out and ready, and Mama and I had planned a really good recipe for today. It's something we always made together on rainy days when I was younger.
"So what are we making, I'm hungry," Owen chuckled as we heard a loud rumble before a gurgling noise, "Oh! And a little gassy."
"You'd better not pass wind in my kitchen!" Mama frowned, "The washroom's upstairs. You're welcome to use it."
"Thanks!" Owen rushed upstairs as Cameron and I chuckled. Classic Owen, always hungry or needing to fart.
"Anyway, while Owen's upstairs, we'll begin making today's dish," I smiled, "Jamaican Patties!"
We heard a muffled cheer from upstairs, causing us to chuckle again.
"You have some strange friends Devon Joseph," Mama sighed as she got out a mixing bowl putting the flour, salt and turmeric in it.
We then made it into dough, by adding shortening and water. We then refrigerated the dough to begin making the filling. That was when Owen came back.
"Oooh!" He smiled, licking his lips, "Is it finished already."
"Not yet," I say as I get out the mince meat. We were making beef patties and were adding Mama's special ingredient (Mama spice).
We then mixed the spice with the meat, making sure to season it just right, before cooking it on the stove. It was pretty funny since Owen kept trying to sneak tastes of the mince. Then, we assembled the patties and placed them in the oven ready to eaten after cooking.
"When are they gonna be ready!" Owen whined.
"In approximately ten minutes," Cameron replied automatically, "You keep asking every minute Owen."
"I know!" He huffed, "They just smell so good!"
"Then you know we cooked them right," Mama smiled, "You just need to be patient or your greedy gut's gon' get you food poisoning."
"So true," Cameron and I nodded, while Owen pouted.
"Fine," He replied as we all laughed, "But they better be worth the wait. Who am I kidding?! They will be!"
We all just laughed at his comment, letting the calm of the afternoon wash over us. This sure was a great way to spend mother's day.
A/N: I make patties with my nan. They are delicious! If you haven't tried one, I suggest you do they're so worth it.
Gwen's P.O.V
"Today sucked," I say as I sit in my old home's living room.
I'd finished rehearsals two hours ago and had immediately come here, picking up a box of chocolates for my mom. I'd also drawn her a picture, which she loved. As always. But that still didn't mean I was feeling great. Rehearsals had been even more of a pain than usual today...
"How exactly did today suck, Gwen?" My mom looked at me knowingly, "You used to say that every day after high school."
"Well today was way worse than high school," I roll my eyes as I fold my arms, "And it's all because of those stupid rehearsals. I don't know why Blaineley even signed me up for it!"
"Well, I'm all ears," My mom grinned, "I've been dying to hear something about your college other than your classes!"
"Fine," I grumbled.
.0.0.0.
It was the same as always. Long day at college, long rehearsal after.
I walked into the hall Blaineley was using for rehearsals to see everyone there. We were all dressed in costumes, caringly made by Dakota, Katie, Jen, Tom and some other fashion students. They all looked pretty accurate to the real thing. It's a shame some of us didn't want to be here.
I sighed as I went backstage to change, exiting minutes later to bump into Heather. With hair. Of course she was wearing a wig to match her character! Sometimes I wonder where Heather gets her extravagance from...
"Oh look, it's Gwen," She smiled, but even a dumbass would see it was fake, "Or should I say Veronica?"
"Can it, Heather!" I say growling as I shoved past her, "It's bad enough that I have to go to this. I really don't want to deal with you today."
"That's gonna be pretty hard considering you're co-stars," Harold appeared out of nowhere.
"Didn't ask for your opinion," I say briskly, "Now if you'll excuse m-"
"Gwen!" I heard Blaineley's voice call.
"Looks like someone's pissed Mildred off," Heather smirked slightly.
"Great," I say as I roll my eyes as head towards the blonde demon herself.
"Ah, there you are!" Blaineley smiled at me.
"So you're not mad?" I raised a brow. I knew exactly why she might be pissed at me. I may have accidentally (on purpose) messed with the stage lights.
"Mad, why would I be mad?" She beamed, "In fact, I'm extremely ecstatic!"
"Wait, what?" I say my eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes," She smiled, "A little birdie mailed me an audio of you singing! I have to say you have an amazing voice, same for Duncan."
"Where did you get those?" I say, my mind reeling as I try to think of an exit route.
"Just around," She shrugged, "Anyway, I just wanted to say since I know you can sing, you better do it right. I mean it Gwen. And if you don't, I'll make sure you fail your art course."
"You wouldn't," I glared at her.
"I don't know, will I?" Blaineley laughed as she sauntered off.
Shit. I really dug myself a grave. Why did I have to sing that one time! I repeat: one time!
Dejected, I head to the stage. Guess I'll have to do what Blaineley says or else I can kiss my art career goodbye.
.0.0.0.
"So that's why today was the worst," I sigh as I stared at the ceiling.
My mom just chuckled, "Because a fake blonde told you to sing?"
"Yep," I reply, grimacing, "It's not that funny! I lost my dignity this afternoon."
"It is," She replied, "But today would be a pretty bad contender with your other worst days."
"Like?" I raised a brow.
"The day you came home early because Heather put laxatives in your lunch," My mom began, "That one time you came home crying because Trent cheated on you, by the way I still owe that fucker a punch. Also that time you didn't leave your room for a week because of what happened with Courtney. That last one made me consider if you were bisexual."
"Wow, I have such a sensible mom," I chuckled at the thought of her thinking I was bi.
"It's where you get it from," She teased, "Why do you think you always end up in the craziest situations?"
"I'm pretty sure my situation isn't because of you," I chuckled, "Although it'd be nice to blame someone."
"Let me get some paper, we can make a hit list!" My mom hopped up from her seat and went to grab paper, while I chuckled.
Even if my mom's a bit kooky, I have to admit being back home really is a comfort. I don't know how much more of Chris' college and Blaineley's rehearsals I can take.
Katie's P.O.V
"This design looks totally cute!" Dakota beamed, "I totally have to take a picture of it for my photography course!"
"Sure," I smiled, "But we might need a model."
"That's fine," She shrugged, "Got any in mind?"
"Well, Lindsay says she's busy with a spa appointment," I say as I use my fingers to keep track, "Courtney's at her parents' house, Gwen won't model, Zoey's at her parents', Amy's at her mom's, Dawn's gone MIA and...that leaves Kitty."
"Cool," Dakota smiled, "Now, let's get her runway ready!"
.0.0.0.
"I'm glad to be modelling this design, Katie," Kitty smiled as Dakota and I added the final touches to her look, "But why am I doing it again?"
"We just need to take a picture," Dakota waved her hand, "Nothing much."
"Ok, just make sure to send me some," Kitty replied cheerily.
Once we were done, Dakota and I stepped back to admire our work. Both of us gasped with pride as we looked at our masterpiece, glad that we hadn't called any of the other models.
Kitty was dressed in a white sleeveless blouse, black skirt and black thigh high go-go boots. Sure the design was simple, and using go-go boots was risky, but the simplicity of the outfit and style of the go-gos was what made it perfect. Plus, the white and black theme went well with the panda earrings I'd made! Dakota also tied Kitty's hair into two space buns, making her hair match perfectly. We then gave Kitty a pinup eyeliner look, with sliver eyeshadow and red lipstick.
"Does it look bad?" Kitty asked, her expression hopeful as we stood there.
"No, it looks-" I struggled to find the words.
"Perfect!" Dakota beamed as she began to take pictures, "Astonishing! Amazing!"
"What she said," I chuckled, before an idea wormed its way through my mind to my mouth, "Actually, would you like to model my designs for the Ralph Lauren showcase?"
"Would I?" Kitty's eyes sparkled, "I've been dying for something to do since Emma's always busy."
I squealed as I grabbed my tape measure and began to measure her vigorously. What? A designer needs measurements for her models. That's a very important rule in fashion.
"Then it's settled?" I raised a brow, as I quickly jotted down the numbers.
"Settled," Kitty nodded, while Dakota laughed.
Alejandro 's P.O.V
I took in a deep breath as I stood in front of her dorm. The sun was setting and I could see the pinky orange of the clouds casting shadows everywhere. It was a beautiful sight, contrasting the horrible situation I'm in. I know she will hate me for delivering this news...for leaving. But what choice do I have? Even if she won't admit it, she loves me, so I at least owe her this before I go.
Using all of my inner resolve, I knocked on the door. The dorm was silent for a while, until I heard the familiar sound of her heels.
"One second!" Her voice was clear and obviously annoyed.
A few more moments of heel clomping and silence, and she was finally at the door. Makeup fully done, outfit in check and frown on her face Heather was the same as always.
"Oh...Alejerko," Her brows furrowed, "Why are you here?"
"I just wished to say goodbye," I sighed, trying to mask the emotional mess I was inside.
"Sure, like you'd leave," She glared at me, silence between us. The silence continued as she waited for me to curse or tell her that she was wrong or right, but nothing came from me. Not a word or sound. Heather's gaze softened at this. I could see her biting her lip as she waited.
"You're not joking?" I think I heard her voice crack as she finally spoke.
"I'm not," I say as I cast my gaze to the ground, "I'm being called back to Spain by mi familia."
Once again silence fell between us. Heather's frown stayed as her brows furrowed. Tears began to form and just when I thought that for once she'd show some compassion or affection, I was proven wrong again.
"You jerk!" Tears spilled from her obsidian eyes as she slapped me across the face, "How could you?- I trusted you- I.."
No other words said, she slammed the door in my face. The last look I got at her were teary eyes, pinched brows and a red face. Not a good last memory.
I sighed as I stared at the door, willing her to open it, but nothing happened. Alone and my heart wrenched out of my body, I walked away into the incoming night, tears trailing behind me.
Amy's P.O.V
"So how was the concert?" I was talking to Trent via a video call and it was actually quite fun. Even if I was back home, in my old room, talking to Trent kinda softened the sad nostalgia and regret that masked me every time I came here.
I smiled softly as I looked at my room. Blue wallpaper covered the walls, shelves piled with books and old photos transported me to the land of memories. The land of when everything was simpler... But why should I care? I'm in a better place now. Even if what Scarlett said still send chills down my spine.
"It was ok," Trent shrugged, "It's not the best thing I look forward to."
"It isn't?" I blinked as curiosity filled my senses. Who wouldn't be excited to perform in front of a live audience? Well, who wouldn't except stage fright sufferers.
"Nah, I prefer talking to you," He smiled softly, "At least it's a friendly face to look forward to."
I blushed slightly at his comment, looking down so my hair would cover my face. I never really thought of myself a friendly. Even after fixing myself and sorting shit out, I never saw myself that way. I just saw myself as someone who was fun and who was given a second chance. Not as a friendly face.
"Thanks," I finally speak.
"Looks like someone's got a crush~" Elena teased as she walked into the room. I rolled my eyes at her comment.
She was always smug whenever I spoke to any guys. It kinda reminded me of how Samey would tease me. I'd tease her back and we'd up end having tickle war. Those were fun times, until I fucked up. But everything's ok now. Me fucking up isn't a problem anymore, even if Scarlett brought that one time up. It didn't mean anything.
"We're just friends, Leni," I sighed and Trent nodded. Leni was the nickname I dubbed Elena one day once I thought she was worthy. It really was just me removing the 'E' and 'a' from her name. Nothing too much.
"Tell that to the blush," She chuckled, "Anyway, I just came to get these."
She picked up a few books and headed back out of the room.
"She definitely acts like Samey," Trent chuckled.
"Yep," I smile softly, "Acts more and more like her everyday. It's like a second chance at being a sister."
"But is it the same?" Trent raised a brow.
My brows furrowed at this. I know, I know it shouldn't effect me like this, but it's true. Is it really the same? I guess not. Samey and I were twins, a bond that is unbreakable, yet I broke it somehow. Sure, Elena was a lot like Samey, but we didn't have a twin bond. Heck, she wasn't even my sister by blood! But it did get me thinking...
"I didn't mean it like that!" Trent finally broke the silence. He probably noticed my expression and took it the wrong way.
"No, it's fine," I give a smile, "Could we maybe change the subject though?"
"Um...yeah," He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, Amy."
"No, it's fine," I insisted.
"So...how's college?" I laughed at his question.
"Really? You could've asked anything and you chose that!" I chuckled as I tried to stop laughing, "It's ok I guess. Better since Chris isn't there. But..." I bite my lip as I think about what happened yesterday with Dawn. She'd looked really tired and I heard her talking to herself again... It's really concerning me. She's never been like this before.
"Um...Amy are you ok?" Trent's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked to feel tears escape from my eyes.
"Yeah, just a lot of work," I fake a yawn, "College is really tiring me out."
"Ok..."
"Oops, sorry hun," My mom walked in, a small smile on her face, "I didn't know you were talking to a friend. I'll come in later. Nice catch by the way."
"We're friends mom!" I sigh as she disappears from my view. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only sane person in our family.
Heather's P.O.V
"I can't believe I ever trusted that dick!" I sobbed as I cried into my mother's shoulder.
I was meant to be going to my parents' home to have a nice family dinner for mother's day, yet here I was a sobbing mess over Ale- I can't even think of the jerk right now! All I can think about is the fact that he's leaving, the fact that he's...
"It's ok, Heather Feather," My mother spoke calmly as she rubbed my back, "I'm sure he has a good reason to leave."
"Perhaps his family called him back?" Marietta suggested smiling slightly.
"They did!" I cried out through sniffles, "But the pussy didn't think to say no! I mean...he just left. Like that..."
"Heather," My mother sighed, "We all know by now that you care for Alejandro. There's no need to pretend anymore."
"What?! No!" I say pulling away from her, "I'm just upset because I trusted him with a task."
"Heather, Damion read out your diary from last year," Marietta sighed, "There was a lot in there you didn't mention. I'm surprised you even managed to keep your crush secret."
"Yep," My mother nodded, in agreement.
"So you guys are going through my stuff again!" I glared at them. I must be going through mood swings because of my denial. Did I say denial? I mean emotional state...yeah emotional state.
"It's nothing personal, Heather Feather," My mother smiled slightly, "It's the only way we're close to you since you're always at college."
"I'm not always at college," I pout as I dab my face with a tissue. My mascara's probably all washed off now. I bet my eyeliner and eyeshadow has too!
My mother and Marietta just gave me a knowing look, before all three of us burst into laughter. Mother's day always went down like this. We'd all bond over something and then start laughing.
Plus it just made me realise something. Even if Alejandro's leaving me all alone to go to Spain, I'll live. Who needs that Hispanic douche anyway?
Bridgette's P.O.V
"Happy mother's day!" I smiled as Geoff surprised me with the twins.
I'd completely forgotten that I'd also have a mother's day now that I was a mom. It seemed like just yesterday that I'd given birth to my two cutie pies. Yet, five months later, I was celebrating mother's day. We also managed to get an apartment, both of us working and taking shifts looking after the twins. However, since the twins are getting older it's getting easier. That's a plus- I guess.
"I definitely have to top this for father's day," I say as I look at the wrapped box in front of me.
"I doubt that," Geoff chuckled, "I know you way too well for you to top anything I do."
"Is that a challenge?" I say, "Because trust me, I'll be able to top it."
"Mother's day and father's day isn't about topping the other," Geoff laughed, causing me to laugh.
"True," I smile, "That reminds me, we've gotta visit my mom."
"Same," Geoff nodded.
"Should we go to my mom's or your mom's first?" I raised a brow.
"Yours," Geoff shrugged, "My mom doesn't mind us coming late."
Forgetting about my mother's day present, both of us got to work getting ready for the day ahead. As I say, just another day in the life of Bridgette Knowles.
Dawn's P.O.V
I sighed as I retied my hair into a messy bun once again. It was late at night and I still couldn't sleep, even though I was at my parents' home. My mind kept wandering, drifting into dark corners and suggesting morbid actions. I shivered as I recounted the things whispered by her. Those things should forever be locked up from the world. After all, secrets aren't safe keep them to yourself. Tell no-one else.
As I sat at my desk, the tiny light of the desk lamp illuminating my room I couldn't help but think about the secret I was keeping. It was what deprived me of sleep, took away my appetite and stripped me of feeling normal. Yet I helped it to grow by keeping it hidden away...
Then, before I could even mask the frown on my face, my mother came in. She was dressed in her dark blue pajamas, hair messily surrounding her head and glasses gone. A small smile was on her face, but I knew she could tell I was distressed.
"What's wrong my little butterfly?" She set a tray down on my desk. I could see two teacups and a teapot with a few biscuits in its contents. She was probably planning to read tea leaves with me. Just like we did when I was younger.
"You look more troubled than usual," She brushed a strand of hair away from my face; an action she used to do to me as a child when I injured myself. Something that usually made me feel better, but now I just felt worse. Guilt had replaced that joy, making that one act of kindness the final blow. By taking me back to my childhood, a time when everything was magic and I was just as susceptible to corruption as everyone else, that action broke me.
So I broke down.
Tears slipped from my eyes as I hugged my mother, crying into her shoulder. I was so stupid, so wrong, so- I don't even know anymore! I just need to let it out. I need to lift some of this crushing weight off my shoulders. To just feel comfort and know that I can be at ease. It's been so long since I've felt like I could be at ease...
"Shhh, it's ok," She rocked back and forth as she rubbed my back, the way a mother would cradle her baby. But then again, I am my mother's baby...
"No...it's not," I choked between sobs, "I-..."
"Take a sip of this," My mother held out one of the teacups, "You'll feel better."
Sniffling, I wipe my teary eyes and gingerly take the teacup. The warm ceramic immediately soothed me, stifling my sobs to whimpers. Shakily, I raised the cup to my lips and drank some of the soothing, sweet liquid. Having an instant effect I exhaled as I sniffled a final time, before trying to compose myself. After sitting in a moment of silence, I then remembered that the tea I had was Chamomile. Both mine and my mother's favourite.
"Feeling better now?" My mother smiled at me gently.
I nodded in return, as I tried to think of how to explain my dilemma. Maybe talking to my mother would help. As long as I word it right, then I can avoid telling the secret.
"It's something to do with MPD," I say quietly, my voice almost silent.
"MPD?" Her voice was thoughtful, "Is it...you know?"
"No...it's...um, similar," I hate lying to my mother, but I have to. I'd hate to think of what would happen if I said what it really was.
"I see," She nodded, "So they've got the same symptoms? Talking to themself, lack of sleep, not eating much."
"Yes," I answer shortly before sighing, "Anyway, I'm stressed over it as I don't know how to help. Since I've never found a way to tackle someone like...Dan, I don't know what would be effective."
"Well, I say the best thing to do is to come clean to the other MPD people," She gave me a slight smile, "I found that taking the weight off my shoulders often helps me to think."
"I'll try that," I say, deep in thought.
"I know you will," She took a sip of her own Chamomile, "Now, do you want to read some tea leaves together?"
"Definitely," I smile back.
