2. Chapter One : Unbearable
I looked over towards my alarm clock. It was 6:30 am. I even hate myself for setting that time. I crashed back down on my bed. Replaying the dream. Ever since that day, the day that mum had died, I had these dreams. Contemplating ... remembering happiness then sadness... is that even possible? I say to myself. Possible to have two dreams which are completely the opposite? What was it about, was the real question. But who was that person. After that dream, it just feels like I have lost someone or something. Strange. Now I just feel odd, something is missing. But what?
Trying to remember what my dream was... But every single time I try to remember I just start back at one. Suddenly my train of thoughts was interrupted. "ISABELLA" I heard. As a trace my brother's footsteps on the stairs, he was like bolting up those stairs. Waiting for this usual wake up, sis. But I thought to get up before he had even came in. He was 3 years older than I. Since he turn 18 when mum died, he had been my legal guardian and dad had just been out of the picture, even more so that I don't know the true meaning of his disappearance. Mum never wanted to discuss it and Lou just was in confusion, since he was young at the time. Thinking about that I sometimes wonder, what happen to him? Did he ever want me? Pushing my thoughts a side as Louis was knocking on my door. It was strange because he usually comes barging in and screaming at me to get up. But instead it came in with breakfast and opens my blinds, to let the blinding ray of sunlight to my eyes. Gave me a kiss on the head and said "happy birthday" . Remembering that today was the 12th of March.... My birthday. I had be so catch up in my train of thoughts that I even forgot my birthday. How can a person even forget that one day of their birth? As I stare at Lou in bewilderment, he says "forgot your birthday, sis". As I look up to his face, shaking his head and laughing at me. I respond by "I had a lot on my mind, have you ever forgot anything before?" "not like this big, now come on, you're going to be late for school" he said in a hint of sarcasm. I sigh at that thought. As he was leaving the door he says " big day to celebrate your sweet 16 birthday!!" echoing down the stairs. ...But today wasn't I day to celebrate ... As today was also day of mum's death