For many days, Dylan lay in bed. Motionless. Silence. She hardly speak, nor ate. "How could this have happened to me?" She whispered to herself. During the few times she went to the bathroom, she glanced in the mirrors direction. There was a pale, lifeless girl staring back at her. Instead of her normal worries of her weight, and the cute boy who sat next to her in science, her fears were of her mother's death. For as long as she could remember, she didn't have a father, and if her mother died, she wouldn't know where she would live. Hannah had become her key to the outside world. The maid would tell her the latest gossip and info on the celebrities. These were the only times during the day when Dylan smiled and enjoyed herself. Even her best friends seemed to have forgotten about her.
"Dylan, listen to this!" Hannah rushed into the bedroom waving a magazine in her hands. "Britney Spears shaved her head!
Dylan smiled and looked at the picture of the celebrity slut. Instead of enjoying herself, she felt a sense of pity for Britney. The picture of her face showed all the sorrow and depression that Dylan was suffering from at that moment.
"Hannah, I'm just going to go to sleep right now… you can show me later." Dylan turned on her back to face the wall. She stared at the lime green wall, covered in photos of her friends and her. That's when Dylan realized- there was no pictures of her mother and her. There were no good memories with her mother. In fact, they barely acknowledged each other when they were under the same roof. Dylan reached for her cell phone and dialed the numbers to her mother's hospital.
"Hello, if you know the name of the patient you are calling for, say the first and last name now." A friendly high-pitched voice said in a recording.
Dylan hung up the phone and sat on her bed crying. She didn't want to call, because she was afraid of how she would react if her mother was really really bad, or worse; dead.