Fiction

I love love reading and even writing fiction. This is my first ever story. I wrote it when I was doing my GCSEs back in high school but I absolutely loved writing it so I thought I’d share it on here.

I’m only posting a part of it for now, but i’ll get around to posting it all once it’s all typed up and edited (hmm… also may make some changes to this, we’ll see)

 

I will always love you

Mother: Ivy

I remember the day you were born. I held you and I never wanted to let go, but I knew I had to. You were mine; a part of me; dependent on me; but I couldn’t do it. It was the happiest day of my life but at the same time, the worst day of my life; because I knew you were not to stay. It was the day you entered this world and I lost you. I was 19, young and selfish. I dreaded being a single parent. I was so frightened. All I wanted was to stay happily married, to continue studying and follow my dream of becoming an adult nurse. Your dad Seth, was not only an amazing husband but would also have been the most responsible and caring dad, we could’ve been a family… but death is inevitable.

You had his eyes, beautiful hazel eyes. You deserved better than me; I was hopeless and wanted you to have a better life than I had, have great opportunities and fulfil your dreams. It’s almost been eighteen years since the day I let go of you. I hope some day you can understand that it wasn’t easy for me, many sleepless nights but I knew you were in a better place, a place where you could grow up to be a fine, young woman and begin your life. There hasn’t been a day that has gone by where I haven’t thought of you. You are in my heart and always will be, my sweet Isabella.

Daughter: Isabella

I never really knew my mum. I don’t miss her because I never knew her. I’d like to meet her one day but I don’t think I’m ready yet. I think I’m a lot like her. They say babies can remember things, well I can remember a song she sang, her voice is in my head. I can’t help but love that song and the voice that sang it to me. It’s the closest thing I have to her. With that said, she didn’t want me so I don’t thing i’ll ever get the chance of ever seeing her anyway. I’m going to find my own way into this world, I want to sing. (The kinda singing people pay to listen to)

My name is Isabella, but everyone calls me Izzy. I like being called Izzy, it’s cool and quirky, it’s just me. I’m creative and love music, it’s my passion, my life. My lyrics have so much meaning. I write about what it’s been like for me, what i have been through. I write about my mum. But those things are private and no one understands, not even my best friend.

Mother: Ivy

It doesn’t seem that long ago that Scarlet was a baby and now she’s having her eighteenth birthday party. I feel so grateful for having Scarlet’s mum, Emma around. She’s my best friend and knows about everything I have been through, she’s been there for me ever since I gave Isabella away. I want to celebrate Scarlet’s birthday, I just wish I didn’t keep thinking that I’d rather it was Isabella’s birthday party.

Well i’m here now and i must act like i’m enjoying myself. I am having a better time then I thought I would. ‘Hello, are you Scarlet’s mum?’ was the young girl talking to me? ‘Yes’ I replied before I could stop myself, ‘I amIsabella’s mum’ ‘Erm… sorry, I think i’ve got the wrong person here, i’m looking for Scarlet’s mum’ she says and then it strikes me. What is wrong with me?Why can’t I stop thinking about Isabella today; so much that it’s distracting me away from the truth of my life. Perhaps it’s the fact that today was the day I gave her away, WOW… eighteen whole years! ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight’, I explain to her ‘Scarlet’s mum is near the music system.’ ‘Okay thanks’ she replies to me before leaving me to go over to Emma. Then I recognise a song which comes on, it takes my breath every time I listen to it. I wonder if Isabella remembers this song. Although it’s an old song by Whitney Houston called, ‘I will always love you.’

Every time it’s played, I remember how it was played at the time of Isabella’s birth and how i’d sing it to my baby, holding her close. Listening to this song today on her birthday brings back so many bittersweet memories… just then, I have the perfect idea.

Daughter: Isabella

I remember my 7th birthday. I wanted to be with mum so much, more than anything. It made my heart ache seeing all my friends with their parents at my birthday party. I managed to fix a fake smile on my face and tried to stay cheerful. I’ve gotten used to it now i’ve done the same thing every year for eighteen whole years. Every year it broke my heart thinking that today was the day I came into this world and mum gave me away, I can’t help but wonder why she did. Why did she hate me? Did I ruin her life? Did she never love me? Eighteen years ago today, was the day my mother and I were separated. Did she not care where I grew up?Why didn’t she ever come to see me, to me sure I was okay? All these questions float around in my head, I imagine them floating like the clouds you see when you’re on an aeroplane. so many clouds.

I sit up in my bed, it’s six o’clock in the morning and my birthday. I stay in bed for another hour or so, thinking about mum. When I finally get up, there are three presents waiting for me outside my bedroom door. Well this is kinda overwhelming, I never have this many presents; usually just the odd one from my best friend, Holly. I wonder who sent them…

The first present is from Holly, as expected, it’s a rose gold bracelet with matching earrings. I love it. The second present is my… foster mum, which is unusual because i haven’t heard from her since I was 8 years old. The present is a dark green, fleece cardigan. There is a note attached to the blue wrapping paper, which reads:

Dear Izzy,

I am really sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while. ‘A while?’ I think to myself, a while is not what i’d use to describe ten years.
When your mother gave you to me she told me to give you the best in life, which you without a doubt deserve too, but I wasn’t sure staying with me would give you the best; as I had children of my own to look after. It was tough putting you into a boarding school but it was for your own good. I hope you are able to forget the past and move on with your life, as you are eighteen now. Have a happy birthday.

Love Jenny x

Well yes, I have moved on. I have gotten used to the fact that I am just an unwanted child. Yes, it’d hard at times when everyone’s parents come and meet their children, bring them presents. I crave to see my mum. The last present doesn’t say who it’s from but as soon as I open it, my heart stops for a split second, it’s… it’s a music track. My favourite song. And I know straight away who it’s f-from, my very own… m-mu…

TO BE CONTINUED…