Chapter One-My Life Now

Chapter One

*this story is from my wattpad account*

   "Here you go, mom," I say as I sit beside her bed while feeding her some soup.

   "Thank you, my dear. What would I do without you," my mother smiles weakly. It has been about twelve years since my father left my mother and I alone, barely managing in life. I don't know why my father left us or where he is today. All I know is that he's a fucking coward; a lowlife dick who probably just used my mother and I. Oh, did I forget to mention he stole most of my mother's money before he left us? Anyways, I will never, EVER forgive my father for what he's done to us.

   "Alright, mom. Is there anything else you need," I sigh from exhaustion. She turns her head slowly towards me. She smiles at me while her diamond-like eyes that sparkle in the barley lit room.

   "I think I'm alright for now, dear. Why don't you relax. You deserve it," she yawns. She closes her eyes and falls asleep with a smile plastered on her face. I couldn't help but smile back. I pull her blanket up more and kiss her on her forehead.

   "Goodnight, mom," I whisper. I tiptoe out of her room and quietly close the door. I turn my body to face our home.....well apartment that is. We had to downgrade due to financial problems because of my father. I mean I don't really mind the small apartment that much. It's pretty decent you could say. My mother's room is at the end of a hallway which leads out to our living room. There's not much furniture in our living space, but we manage. There's a light brown, almost beige, sofa with two brown chairs across each other. In the middle of them is a small glass coffee table with a carpet underneath it. Next to the sofa are two small glass tables at the end of the sofa. A small tv on a brown tv stand sits towards the sofa. The kitchen it located next to a hallway that leads to our front door. The kitchen has a counter that jets out a little where we put three white bar stools to sit. The kitchen floor has white tiles which give it some flare. We have a medium size refrigerator with with a small sink which a window sits over it along with some cabinets. There are two bathrooms. One is in the living room and the other is in the hallway where my mother's room is, and is the only on with a tub/shower. You're wondering where my room is? It's next to my mother's room. My room isn't dreary as the rest of the apartment. With the money I have saved from my two jobs, I was lucky enough to afford some things to spice up my room. My door is a nice white color when you come to my room. As you open it, you're met with blueish-gray painted walls. My bed sits against a wall along with a window which has a gorgeous view of the city. The wall, where the top of my bed is, has polaroid pictures with fairy lights in between each row. Next to my bed is a small night stand with a cute little blue lamp. I have a small closet to the left and my white desk is the right is you come through my door. I know it seems like a lot, but I'm barley managing the house. My mother use to work, but due to her illness, she's bed stricken. As I said before, I have to work two jobs just to keep the place, not to mention the money for groceries. I take my winter coat and leave the eerie apartment building .

     I walk down the cold, empty streets of the city while the busy roads filled with cars flow like a raging river. The crisp, cold air fills my lungs as I breathe. The city lights fill the night sky. I make my way to the local park. I take a nice, quiet stroll through the empty park. As I'm walking, I feel a presence that's staring at me. I turn around to see nothing but steam from the sewers below. I begin to feel uneasy so I turn around to go home. I manage to make it home safe and sound. I walk to my mom's room. I turn the knob to see she's still asleep. I give a sigh of relief. This past year, my mother's health started to deteriorate fast. She's been in so much pain and has been getting weaker by the day. Yet.....she still smiles through all her suffering. I would take her to the hospital, but we don't have the money to afford it. The only thing I can do is aid my mother myself, but I can't do much to help her get better. I feel like I have failed her in some way. I walk to my room and lay on the bed for hours. I can't even sleep because I'm so worried about my mother. My mother always comes first. She's the one who raised me when my father abandoned us with little money. She's my hero. Without her.....I don't know what I would do with my life. I sigh and get into my pjs and tuck myself into bed. All night I toss and turn, wondering if there's any hope for my mother and I.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my first chapter of my first fanfic on this account. I know it was mostly backstory and descriptions and stuff, but hopefully you guys will like the upcoming chapters. Sorry if there's any mistakes. If there is feel free to comment. Anyways, hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. Bye!