Death Do Us Apart Read Count : 120

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Honestly, I didn't plan out my summer like this,  moving and going in a state of depression on top of that in the hospital. Waiting for the answer. With what seems like 100 million questions exploding in my head, I just wanted to know.. is my mother going to die? 


                                                                    

                                         The moving drive


"Hey mom.." I say trying not to make my mother mad, I know how hard this was for her, just as much as it is for me. I don't want her to have to go through the stress again, trust me. She knows what I'm about to ask.

"Yes, honey. What is it Olivia." Mother says, in a quite tone. "I know we are moving be-because.. dad, I know dad left, when I was very young, please, please mom.. I'm 13 tell me why dad left in the first place." I said it, there. The question my mother has always forbidden to answer, oh did I know what I was getting myself into. "Honey, I love you,-" she pauses as I talk over  her "Mother! No. If you loved me you'd just tell me why, why did dad leave, why did dad leave me, I'm such a mistake." Tears roll down my eyes, I barley realized I was crying by that time, and screaming at my own mother, the guilt the stress. "Olivia Amber Jameson! Don't raise your voice at me- I've told you a million times, I will tell you.   when the time is right, and you know the stress we've  all been through nows not the time" I knew it she'd get mad, the reason we are in are car right now, as she drives us to are new 'house' the cheapest one we could find, by the way. I'm absolutely mad, my old room was full toys. Posters, and all my collections then mom had to sell them because. My dad-my dad I never got to even meet..stoped paying child support, what is exactly what my mother said, so now we are in debt we had to sell everything, books, toys, posters, electronics, important supplies. As I was in the middle of my thoughts I hear my moma voice quite startling. "Olivia, we are here."

I slowly move out the car, and look up. "Mom, is this seriously.. what we are staying in! No it's disgusting flys all around-the..-" before I could finish my sentence. "Would you rather be staying in a homeless shelter, or here!"

I'm quiet after hearing my mothers words, "Go, go now. Unpack your clothes."

Honestly my clothes were sadly really the only thing I had for the memory of the house I grew up in." I went in to my new room, it was alright. Smaller then my other one. It was shaped as a square or rectangle, I think I could get used to it. I unpack my clothes. I come across this old picture of my dad when he was about.. 20 I believe with my mom, and theres me. I was about 3 or 2 years old, my dads holding me. With the biggest smile ever.

 

                                                                       

Sometimes I dreadfully wonder what did my mother do to get my dad to leave, sometimes I feel the reason my father left was cause of my mother! But, it could've also just been my dad, or an awful mistake he made, anyways.

I finish unpacking in my new  tiny closet, I look at my old t-shitt that says "I'm the princess of the family" I look at it and smile with a cringe on my face,  I laugh. That's my shirt I had when I was 3, "Honey, I will tell you about your dad soon, I promise! When your 14, alright kiddo?" Even though my mom says the same thing always I just simply say "Yes, mother I understand." Hey, afterall my birthday is in a month! "Oh! Crap, I am going to a new school tomorrow totally forgot." I was shaking in fear, I never been popular in school , I got in this fight with a girl named Kelly, and her so called 'squad' Emmy, Jay, Quin,

No, I do not mean us arguing, I threw punches I kicked screamed, and yes, I threw her down, I got suspended for 3 days and I was naturally scary to kids I barely talked,  but now that they knew I would legitimately beat a kid I guess that was another thing on my 'reputation' "Olivia, please get some rest sweetheart its 10:00, you best be to bed for your first day at a new school." I smile, I leave my light off and sleep in the bed my mom setted up before we came here. Sure not use to these, sheets, mattress, smell, pillows, blankets. 

I sigh sadly, erm.

         

                                                           


      "OLIVIA, OLIVIA!" Your bus, go go! I get dressed in a hurry to say anything. I run.

"Have a good day sweetheart!" I hear in embarrassment, yep that's my mom, I chuckle.

So what's this bus number, I check. Bus- 208 weird, my old bus from my old school was bus 201, 

I take my sketchbook out my note book, and sketch, I avoid any eye contact with anyone the entire time, trust me middle schoolers espeically 7th graders like me are extra harsh, I know how tough things can possibly be I stare at noone the entire ride, but trust me- I knew kids were looking at me, like 'who's she?' There was this kid in the back punching my seat, God I was ready to beat up a kid, I did many times I have experince I'll knock him or her out within a second. I chuckle, anyways we are here- 'Temple Wood MiddleSchool' weird name, I think. I walk in the halls I am greeted by a teacher, "Hello, I am Mrs.Walts I am your home room teacher for the year glad to meet you, I was informed early you are staying here as a transferred student,  trust me students here get in fights lots, kids here are annoying aswell, but sh, are secret," she chuckles. "Nice to meet you..-" "Olivia" I say. "Yes, nice to meet you olivia, if you have questions tell me alright?" I nodded, she walks off. Well she was awfully friendly I think, not sure, the bell rings eventually, and next thing I know I am I'm in history class, 

Theres this really weird kid staring at me. Actually half the kids in my history class don't look as bad as they did in my old school, shocker, Not going to lie-the kids were really..not attractive, not like I cared definetly not trust me I had to much on my plate to be worrying for those little things, I didn't really care, but just being honest between me and my thoughts, I chuckle. I eventually doze off and next thing I know my new history teacher is staring at me, he takes his ruler points it at me and then.."Hello, your name?" I took a second to respond then looked at him. "I'm fine." 

"I said your name, not how were you, quite rude for a first impression I'd say correct class." 

"I knew what you'd say, mr. I am just being rude, aren't I? I mean obviously I didn't hear you the first time" Everyone looks back at him, Mr. Wells, is his name obviously I seen it on his name tag.

"Well.. talk to me after class Olivia, now get out your books kids." I get out this rusty book I find in my desk. As I write, class almost done finally.


                                                                            

Now we are waiting for the bell to ring, I close my locker, and yep.

This golden brownish maybe blowfish hair girl starred at me,

"What?" I say, obviously she cna tell that means 'Go away dangit creep.'

Well just in the tone and way I said it. "Well I'm Ellie and.. hi  new kid I'd love to be your friend, I am quite popular" she whispers. "Listen I know what you and your little group of friends are planning, just go, I would if I were you." I say rudely. "Okay, will do-! See ya in lunch" she walks over to her friends, trust me I heard her clearly say to her friend "New kid, yes her, such a little brat."  Saying stuff how my clothes were gross and ugly, like I care. I smile and laugh. 

Honestly a few classes later I am doing pretty well espeically with algebra, 

Almost dismissal, this tall boy comes to me and says "Hi, I'm Joseph if you need help or a tour, or really anything I'm here, so is Elise" he points to her. 

I nod, he probably thought I had a bad day or something,  I always do this when I'm in school, tricks and stuff I learned.


• 1. Avoid eye contact. (Never smile unless a reasonable timing"


• 2. Stay away from..- "Popular Kids"


• 3. Never eat the school meat.

      

              Trust me there's more, way more. But those are my main 3, I go home.

         "Honey! Hows your day sweet pea." Her face was that face she gives me everyday like she used to, the face that says "You didn't get in a fight again did you" yep that face, with the weird fake smile, or grin. "Mom, come on. This year is different no fights! I promise, and it was fine." She smiles.



                                                                           

                                                  1 month later-


Well, it's my birthday im 14 now I got a tiny cake, and a necklace I cherished it all, knowing what my mother went through to get these things, we were broke now, I understood things were going to be different,


• No more  toys

• No more jokes

• No more midnight snacks

• No more fun popcorn and movie nights

• No more big surprises cakes or dinners or presents during..

Christmas,birthdays, thanksgivings, Halloween, everything..

                  No more real fun, no more nothing, nothing.

                     Just fake smiles that you put to make everything seem quite alright, but was everything really alright?




As I lay in bed with the thoughts and memorys going through my mind quickly, I think and remember those words. "I'll tell you when your 14 honey.. I promise" I run down with my mom doing some work and signing papers.

I shake my mom "Mom, mom, mom!" I yell "Yes Olivia stop your dramatic scene, dammit, what do you need now." She says in a tone I know she means buisness. "Remember what you said you'd tell me! I'm 14 now!"

"Honey, tomorrow." I sigh and go back to bed tomorrow just seems like forever. 


                                                  

                                                          


It's finally the next day,  and yes if you happen to be wondering we are currently on school break, nice I guess, I remember my mother's words, 

I go down and tell her immidently. "Honey, want to really know why your father left.." she said in a sad but quite tone. "Mom, yes. I won't be mad, I wont be sad, I promise." Mother takes my hands and holds them, then gives me a small kiss on my cheek. "You're father left because, he was finding other women, he always got bored easily. He always could find an opportunity to just leave us, but he didn't. Until you were 4." I stand there in disbelief would my own father-flesh in blood, leave me for such a-a unnecessary dumb reason! "I, I didn't know, I'm going to bed." My mom looks at me sadly she knows all my facial expressions. she can read me like a book, from what I knew she. could tell I was into the state of feeling sad, and my entire world turning before me.

         

                                                          

"Mom, I'm going to go." I say. "Where, honey?" She says in a worried tone, sangir my mother never trusts me of course she thinks I'm going to go and never come back. I know self defence and she knows that. "Out, mom! Out I'm going and will be back by 10:00 see ya." She makes me stop my movements "No your not, come back here missy." God do I freaking hate when she says 'missy'and i know she means buisness when she does.."Goodbye!" I slam the door and go on my bike, oh my God... I say in quite disbelief, what's possibly gotten into me, I cry nest thing I know and my vision is blurry while I'm riding my bike, the black and white bike I got for Christmas when I was 9, gooddays, I see the boy namedJoseph, now that I was finally making real eye contact, I seen what he really looked like. Tall, blonde hair, weird smile, but it just made me smile. "New kid, hey!" I stop my bike. "Joseph? Hey, what's up?" I see hos cringeworthy smile again. "Well, isn't it like 9:00 when you planning on going home?" I sigh, and think, do I want to go home? "I don't know spending an all nighter on the streets"  he looks at me surprised. "Shit, that's dangerous you know, thos town is crazy, I lived here longer I'd know, theres gun shooting, fightsrobbery, beat of you'dstay with me come, his hands motion me towards his house. "So, why'd you move?" I look up at him. "My dad I never got to really meet stopped paying child's support, we were in debt." He looked at me sorrowful, "Sorry, my family is really caring, and accepting, if you ever need food help anything we are here." He smiles. I smile back, "Thanks Joseph, well we are here, nice house." No, I wasn't just saying his house was nice out of the pity, his house was legitimately nice, it waa big like a mansion with a underground pool, I think his kid is rich? "Thanks olivia." I come in and his parents look at me like they know me, and this is nothing new I been here before, accept this is new I haven't, he must always do this or some shit"  I stare at his big house. "Come," he motions me towards what seems like his room. "Make yourself at home, you can sleep on the couches if you want getting pretty late." Its funny because 20 minutes later after long talks about school, and the kids, he ends up sleeping on the couch, and I'm in his bed, it's really comfy not going to lie.  


                                                                   

"Olivia your mom must be worried we need to go now!" He probably didn't take me seriously when I said I was going to not be home for the night, he maybe thought I would get up at some point and go, except I didn't, I bet my mother is worried I have an worried expression, he slowly runs with my arm then faster out the door we run to my house with no catch of our breath. "Olivia, see ya in school." He mumbles underneath his breath and he pulls me inside, he runs back home by then. "Olivia!" My mother yanks my hair to my room, as by then I didn't know i was physically punching my mother, she then gets this big bruise across her face we both fall down, crying. "Please, leave." She whispers under her breath, in a disappointing tone. By then I felt as if I made her very upset. "I'm sorry mom." I say. "Go, please." I walk out the house with a few of my clothes packed, as my mother still lays there on the floor. Hopeless, just as much as I am right now,  I walk back to Joseph's house. "Olivia,  go home." Joseph says, "I can't let me stay one night." He rolls his eyes, then smiles with that smirk again. "Fine, come." After. awhile into to bed on his bed while hes on the couch, the next day he takes me home. "Mom, I'm truly sorry." I whisper. She doesn't even answer me, we all go to bed.       


                                                                                                                                   

I wake up with this weird feeling of pure guilt, I also wake up to witness something, something I will never forget my mother is on the ground puking in the bathroom, "Mom, mom, are you okay?" She doesn't answer but I hear this weird mumble of something underneath her breath, like shes speaking in some foreign language I'm not aware of. "9-11" she mumbles, I grab the phone and dial the number 911, "Hello, what is your emergency" I heard this weird voice like a lady's saying it, "My mother is on the ground puking, she doesn't drink shes not on drugs, she doesn't usually seem like this!" I screamed in the phone panicking. "Okay, I'm going to need you to stay on the line, the ambulance will be there right away. "  I grab my mother a glass of water she pukes it, once they come they take her immidently, I by that time realize I just watched my entire life go away in a flash. Then I cry with the thoughts in my head if my mother was going to be okay, I manage to write in my diary the words. 'How come one moment everything is perfect and out into place, then the next it turns around and it's in shreds." I finally call 911 after 20 minutes pass and no trace or no calls from my mother, "Hello sweetheart your mother doesn't look to good we need you to come down to the ER." I ride my back all the way there in a Hurry lost for words. "Wheres my mom!' I yell in the ER pushing and shoving people, I finally see my mother, so pale and white almost like a ghost, in the bed, so helpless and weak. "Your mother has a big tumor in her head she has had 3 seizures within the next 24 minutes." I drop to the ground as the nurse is trying to prevent me from crying. "Is my mother going to die.?" She looks at me. "Honey, she has a chance of living we will do everything we can."                                                                     

                                                  

The scariest part within this entire situation was, the cops and different relatives of mine were already preparing for my mothers death right infront of my eyes, I realized my mother probably had a very rare chance of surviving, the thoughts going in my head tried to be as positive as I could, I thought.

There was adults and kids with leukemia they survived, I just had hope my mother would be fine, the cops managed to get contact with my father, for once and for all in court I seen my father, you might think I was happy, but I seen him as the same man who left me cause he was lazy, the same man who left my mom in the state of depression, aswell for me. who tore half my life up, sitting in the court I barely spoke,  they were trying to get him to have custody of me when..-or if, my mother dies. He finally got up close and personal with me, "Olivia, it's been long, I'm sorry for everything.  I want to be in your life again." I stare at him, I just slowly shake my head, "No, I'm not letting your girlfriend be my new mother, excuse me now. I rather be in an orphanage!" My dad looks over to the officer. "Don't worry, she was always moody, I will now have full custody of my daughter." I look back and just see him signing those papers,  I drop down and cry.  


                                                  


I'm going to finally meet my mother or see her again, "Mom. I love you." She mumbles it back, shes looking healthier than ever just needs rest. It's been 2 weeks now, I go home to my stupid father, "Dinners done." I watch him Nd his disgusting sloppy girlfriend eat, as j put my plate to the side and touch none of it, even if it's slightly tempting, I after 1 minute get the call. "Olivia, please come now!" I run out and manage to quickly scream I'll be back, "Mom. what's wrong!?" I cry ad the tears go on my mothers face, then shes crying to, she takes me in her arms, and sings. The song she use to sing to me when I was little.


"Oh, my little sunshine.

You brighten my day

Til'death do us apart 

We will meet again one day,"


'"My sunshine, I love you to

The stars and the moon and back,

Your my princess, my little princess."


"Oh my little sunshine.

You brighten my dayTil'death do us apart 

We will meet again one day." 


By then I'm in her arms crying, and I hear this loud noise,

That wasn't the end of the song.


                          5 years later 


Hey, I'm finally 18, it's been 5 years since my mothers passing,

I was put into an orphanage after my mothers death and got adopted soon after, I am now living with a nice family, I met Joseph again when I was 14, i transfer schools once my new family adopted me but when i seen him, we instantly bonded again and were the best of friends, and still are. I never forgotten about my mothers passing, nor i never will, she still plays with me each night in my memories, I shall always remember her because 

I know one day I will meet my mother again, and we will be happy and sing.



"Oh, my little sunshine.

You brighten my day

Til'death do us apart 

We will meet again one day,"


'"My sunshine, I love you to

The stars and the moon and back,

Your my princess, my little princess."


"Oh my little sunshine.

You brighten my dayTil'death do us apart 

We will meet again one day." 



           



              Author

Hey, I am a 10 year old girl, I been fascinated in reading and writing books for a while, I soon hope the book death do us apart becomes an actual story and gets published, of course it will be longer, but I hope this does good for now,

I made this story so people know how easy one moment it's there and the nextit's not, so please be thankful for everything you have.~ Author

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  • Jun 20, 2019

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