Chapter Seven

I stayed like that for a while, I couldn't help but think I'd hurt Shane. "Mitchie they'll come round," said Caitlyn.
"Did you see the look on their faces, Caitlyn," I said.
"Yes, but they were angry and hurt," she said. "Once they calm down they'll talk to you,"
"I hope you're right Caitlyn," I said, I wiped at my face and got up, it was now lunch time. Time to face the music.

Caitlyn held my hand tightly, as we walked into the hall, I could feel everyone looking at me. I felt a few inches tall. Tess went to open her mouth, "Say anything and I will hit you," said Caitlyn.
"Why are you sticking up for her," she said.
"Because I know why she lied," said Caitlyn. "And if any of you knew you would understand," I heard crashing and banging coming from the kitchen, I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom on the floor.

"Mom," I said. "Are you okay,"
"I'm fine, I just felt a bit faint," she said, a little confused.
"Come on," I said. "You need rest, let's go back to the cabin," me and Caitlyn helped her up and walked out of the back door. We got back to our cabin and I got her settled into bed. I took her wig off, as it caused irritation to her skin when she was asleep and then walked back outside.
"She's getting worse Caitlyn," I said.
"I know," she said. "She looks like she's lost weight too,"
"She has," I said. "I don't think she's going to last three months,"
"I wish I could help," Caitlyn said,
"No one can," I said. "She's dying, that's something no amount of drugs can change,"

"I'm going to be here for you every step of the way," she said. Caitlyn had hip hop now, but I really couldn't go, I didn't want to face Shane. Not yet.

"Mitchie," said my mom. "Come on a walk with me,"
"You should be resting mom," I said.
"I can't rest without taking with you first," she said. I got up and we walked to the lake, I saw people staring, and realised mom hadn't put her wig back on. We sat on the docks, and I waited for her to start.

"Do you think I'm selfish," she said.
"Of course I don't," I said.
"I'm sorry about what happened today," she said. "I realise how stupid I was,"
"It wasn't stupid mom," I said. "You just don't want people to know that's all,"
"It's not just that," she said. "I'm scared Mitchie,"
"Oh mom," I said. "Come here," I pulled her close as she broke down which caused me to start crying too.

"I'm not scared of death," she said. "I'm scared for you,"
"You don't have to be scared for me," I said, wiping at my tears. "I'll be fine,"
"Mitchie you don't have anyone to look after you," she said.
"Mom I'm sixteen now," I said. "I'm capable of looking after myself,"
"I know, you've grown up so fast," she said. "I'm so sorry,"
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," I said.

"I do," she said. "All of the most important events a mom should see, and I won't get to see them,"
"You will," I said. "You'll be looking down on me,"
"Who says I'm going to heaven," she said.
"Mom of course you are," I said. "You are the most amazing person in the whole world, and I love you so much,"
"I know and I love you too," she said kissing my cheek. "I'll always be with you,"
"I know," I said.

"I don't think I'm going to last three months Mitchie," she said.
"Mom don't say that," I said.
"Mitchie," she said. "I just know it's going to happen soon, and I want you to sing at my funeral,"
"What do you want me to sing," I said, my tears really hadn't stopped today.
"You'll think of something," she said. "Now come on, we have to get back,"
"Yeah I guess we do," I said. I held out my hand and helped her up, she really had lost weight.

I got her settled into bed again, it was now eight, and sat out on the dock. I don't know about my mom being scared, but I was too.