Colours

Chapter 3

Morgan's Pov

Me and Margaret was sitting in the visitors room.

Margaret buried her face into her hands.

She's frustrated and worried, I know.

Even though she is a rebel now, she still loves Mum.

She took a comb out of her black clutch, brushed her cherry coloured hair and tied it.

She still wants to look decent.That's her personality  now.

I smiled.

"Margaret", I called her.

"Yes?", She asked, looking at me, her eyes now red and puffy.

"I love you", I mumbled.

"Me too", She answer.

I gasped.

"What?I still care about you even though I changed", She said.

"All this while, you cared about me?", I asked.

"Morgan, a sister is like a good friend you can't get rid of", She said, giving me a half smile.

I smiled and hugged her.

"Lay on my laps, have some sleep.You don't want your eyes to look like a panda don't you?", She said.

I giggled and dozed off.

Minutes later, Margaret woke me up.

"What?", I asked her, still drowsy.

"The doctor needs to see me.She wants to talk to me in private", Margaret informed.

"So I need to stay here?", I asked, pouting.She nodded.

I nodded back and she entered the doctor's room.

[Margaret's Pov]

I entered the room and saw a lady around 30 I think.

She was sitting on her chair.She wears spectacles.

"Hello Miss Clarke.Have a seat please", She said.

"Just call me Margaret", I said, having a seat.She nodded.

Please I beg you to tell me good news.I really hope this is good news.

"Your mum is in a deep coma, she fell on her head quite hard", She said.

I glanced at her nametag.Dr. Shirley it read.

"So if she wakes up, maybe she will have amnesia?",I asked.

"Yes.There's a big possiblity she will have amnesia", She answered.

I hate my life.Really.

I nodded.I held my head down.A big fat tear slipped.

Even though I'm a rebel, it does not mean I am the type of girl who can't cry easily.

I am emotianal, I'm not gonna lie.

"Is there any chance she will get her memory back?", I asked.

"There are 20% possiblity she will be cured", She answered.

20%? That sure is not a big number.

"So that means there are 70% she can't get her memories back?", I asked.

She nodded sadly.

"With a little miracle maybe she will be cured", She said.

Miracle?Sadly, I am the kind of girl who don't believe in fairytales, miracle or magic.

What can I do?I'm a rebel!

"You may go now", She said.

I nodded and walked back to Morgan.

She was sitting, burying her face into her hands.

"Morgan", I whispered.

She looked up, looking straight into my eyes.

"What did the doctor told you?", She mumbled.

"Nothing", I mumbled.

She nodded.

I don't think she believed in me since the doctor wanted to talk to me, so that means the doctor wants to say something .

She looked at me and bit her lower lip .

"Okay then", She said.

2 Hours Later ...

I decided to tell Dr . Shirley about our condition . She promised me that she will not tell Morgan anything . She lend us a ride home .

At the house , Dad was no where to be seen .

"Looks like Dad's not home", Morgan said .

We smiled and looked at each other .

"Pizza Night!!!!!", We cheered.

We ordered 2 pepperoni and paid it with our own money .

Oooh lala , it was an amazing night .

THE NEXT DAY....

Morgan 's Pov

We arrived the hospital to visit Mom. The nurses there were all upset .

"What's happening? Why are people upset and gloomy?", Margaret asked .

"I dunno", I answered 

"Why are you all upset?", Margaret asked a nurse .

"Someone died . Her name is Hazel Clarke . RIP to her", The nurse answered .

Me and Margaret looked at each other . We began sobbing .

"Wait , are both of you Morgan Clarke and Margaret Clarke?", The nurse asked .

I nodded.

"Your mother asked me to hand this to you. Stay strong okay girls?", She said , handing us a will .

Margaret thanked the nurse and opened the envelope .

Dear girls ,

The time you opened this envelope , I am already dead. I am sorry girls, God wants me already.

Dear lovelies ,

Please don't cry . I don't want both of you crying and upset . Be happy girls . Remember , I will be up there, watching you . I promise you the time I see the angels , I will ask them to take care both of you since the two of you are my angels , my life and saviour .

As you know , I am not born rich . Therefore , I don't have much things to give it to you . In this envelope , there's two pendants . Wear it honey . Maybe you will remember me .

LOVE , YOUR MUMXX 

We began crying . Mum, why?

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Greetings.

Erk, I'm just tired of saying "Hi" okie?

Lemme have my moment gals!

M' sorry for the late update.

I'll update soon.

When I say soon, it means Very Soon.

I don't break promises!

Love,

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