It's My Life
Chapter 1 - Innocence
I am Isabella Marie Swan and my life is a total disaster. My father left us for his mistress and my mother is very sick.
When I was a little girl I thought my life was perfect, but when I was eight everything changed. I learned that father had a mistress and when my mother knew it, her world came crashing down. The worst part was that I saw it with my own innocent eyes. My father also changed after that, he came home late and drunk, he even hurt my mother. That harshness broke my innocence. I was afraid every time the night came because I knew I'd be having another living nightmare.
After nine years nothing changed. My father stayed with his other woman and I really, really hated them. Good thing he was out of our lives. I hadn't seen him since the day that he decided to leave us for his whore.
I had to work and study at the same time. After class, I worked as a singer at a small club. If I didn't work, it would be impossible for us to survive. My mother needed really expensive medicines because she was suffering from Acute Lymphoid Leukemia. She was diagnosed last year. The doctor said that she had to undergo some treatments such as; chemotherapy, radiation therapy, interferon therapy, and other things I couldn't remember, so that it could be prevented from getting worse. Her sickness made her resign from work because she had too weak. We didn't have the money for her treatments. The doctor prescribed us some medicines and those were the only things I could afford to buy her so that she wouldn't suffer much pain.
Right now, I was on stage and I'd be singing my last song for the night which was "Innocence" by Avril Lavigne. I could really relate to this song.
After I finished singing, I bid my farewell to the small crowd. I went backstage, grabbed my things, along with my salary for tonight and then I went home.
I went to my mother's room and I saw her sitting on the bed. She was looking at an old photo album I thought I'd already thrown away and tears were falling running down her pale cheeks. I peeked at the pictures that she was looking at. It was me, Charlie and her eating ice cream at the park. I must be around four then. Another picture was of me and Charlie in the hospital, I was six that time and I fell down the stairs. There were more pictures that held beautiful memories of yesterday, but yesterday could never the same as today. Yesterday was perfect and today was a perfect disaster.
I quietly slid next to her on the bed and hugged her tightly. "Mom," I mumbled.
"Bells, I didn't notice you there," she said wiping her tears and even trying to smile.
"Mom, don't worry, when I get enough money I promise that you'll be fine and we can live happy together."
"You look so tired. I think you should have some rest, you go to school and then to work. Aren't you tired yet?" She faked another smile. Her eyes really looked hurt and I hated seeing them that way.
I stood up, "I'm fine mom. I'll just eat dinner."
If I spent more time inside her room, I wouldn't be able to help myself from crying. Every time I see her hurt, I also felt hurt. I didn't want her to see me crying, I didn't want her to see me in my weak state. I should be motivating her to stay strong.