Is my short story ok so far ?
I remember the day my Mum told me she had lung cancer. She sat me down at our big oak table, I could instantly tell something was wrong her eyes were swollen from crying and she was just staring into space. I sat down across from her and looked at her anxiously.
"I've got lung cancer" she blurted out.
I remember being shocked then sad. When the anger hit I just exploded, I jumped up from the table and shouted that it was all her fault if she hadn't smoked for the last 20 years this wouldn't be happening. If she had listened to me and quit I wouldn't be here now at her funeral sitting in the front row next to my Dad.
“She was such an amazing person so full of life" My aunt Margaret said into the microphone.
I could here my Gran sobbing beside me, I couldn't cry no matter how hard I tried the tears wouldn't come. Everyone probably thought I was sad not crying at my own Mums funeral. My Gran wanted me to stand up in front of everyone and say a few words but I didn't want to, I didn't know what to say the shock of her dying hadn't sunk in yet. I was expecting her to jump out at shout surprise. My Mum was part of a big family five brothers and one sister. Her brothers carried her coffin outside to the graveyard. The cemetery was a spooky place a shiver went up my back, the gravel crunched under my feet as I followed by uncles to were my Mum was going to be buried. There was already a headstone in place I looked at the writing it said in loving memory of Scarlett Clarke, a loving Mother, daughter and sister. It would say wife as well I thought if Mum and Dad hadn't split up when I was eight. I used to see my Dad every weekend but he got remarried and stated a new family and I hadn't seen him for almost 4 years. Now I had to go and live with him. I sighed.
"Are you ok Eve?" Dad asked putting his arm around my shoulder.
I nodded but of course I wasn't ok my Mum had just died. Everyone always said we looked more like sisters than Mother and Daughter. We had the same red hair tumbling down past our shoulders, green eyes and pale skin- the type of skin that never tans not even in summer. When my turn came I threw a white rose my Mums favourite flower onto her coffin. I'll always love you Mum I whispered.
After the funeral on the way home to my Dads house the car was silent. I wasn’t in the mood for talking there was nothing to talk about anyway. My Dad pulled into the driveway of his house were I would be staying from now on. He pulled a piece of folded up paper out of his pocket.
He handed it to me “Your Mum wrote this letter for you” he said “She gave it to me just before she died”
I put the piece of paper in my pocket I didn’t want to read it in front of Dad. Mum had left me a letter? I walked up the stairs to my new room it was big very big, nothing like my box sized room back at home, Mum had an average job so she couldn’t afford a big fancy house my Dad had paid most of the bills for her. It had a big four poster bed with pink bead sheets. I hated the colour pink, there were cuddly toys dotted around the room and my suitcase was lying open on a chair in the corner. I pulled the letter out and took a deep breath before reading it.
I know this must be hard for you and I’m sorry I had to leave you. I’ve asked your Father to look after you and he promised he would so don’t be to hard on him ok?
I have left some money and my favourite jewellery in my will for you please be responsible. I will always love you and I will be watching over you always.
Lots of love Mum xxx
The letter fell out of my hand and I fell to my knees. I started crying hysterically funny that the tears came now. I picked the letter up and clutched it to my chest. I wished my Mum was here to comfort me, I didn’t know why I was crying now I guess the fact that Mum was gone had finally sunk in. There was a tap at my door and my Dad walked in he took one look at me sitting on the floor and was instantly at my side he hugged me awkwardly.
“Its going to be ok Eve” he sighed “You’ll get through this I promise, If you need anything just call. I’ll be in my office working”
Working I thought that’s all he ever does.