Staying Strong Isn't Easy

Allison Rose is living the perfect life with her fiance of three years, she's sure they are deep in love. Then comes along the night that changes her whole life and her world goes spinning. Her parents had gotten in a car crash, her dad should recover soon. On the other hand, her mother is in terrible condition and it affects Allison majorly. Allison doesn't know how to cope with her depression and takes it all out on her fiance. Will they make it through this battle or with she break down and leave?


9. Three weeks, a thousand tears, and one hundred fights later.


Three weeks, a thousand tears, and one hundred fights later came my mom's funeral. We had gotten the autopsy tests back a few days ago. Turns out she died of internal bleeding. No one saw it coming, not even her. On the other hand, my dad is broken. He loved her and would do anything to make her feel like a queen. Every time I see him, he wears one of those half smiles. Like the one that day at the hospital. Jake stays silent about it, I don't know how he feels about the death, he never expresses himself.


Then there's me. I don't talk about it. No one knows what her last words were besides me. I've never told anyone about that night. I've blocked it out of my memory.


Ever since that night, I've never been the same. I've distanced myself away from everyone. Most of the time, I just sit and stare out the window. I've fought with Caleb over the stupidest things ever since my mother's death. I over react every situation now. I was never this kind of person before her death. I used to be the loving, playful Allison, now I'm just a mean, cold person and I don't like it. I really wasn't expecting my mother to die that night, it's changed me.


The funeral was hell. Everyone was dressed in black and everything was extremely depressing. Family that I didn't even know about showed up. All my mom's friends came too. I didn't even know half of them. There had to of been at least one hundred people at the funeral. One hundred people looking at my dead mother in a coffin. She looked beautiful for being dead. She was wearing her favorite dress. The one I always used to dress up in as a kid.


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