Don't follow me
This story is about a girl called Lillian who realises she is adopted. She searches for her real Mum with nothing but letters for evidence. Follow Lillian in her life full of ups and downs. Please comment if i could improve and what you think of it.
"Don't follow me," She said, "Please don't follow me." I stared at her. What was she doing? Where was she going? The familiar locks of long golden hair draped down her back. She tugged her hand out of mine and turned her head. "M-m-mum?" My voice was barely a whisper.
"I'll see you soon love," She didn't turn around.
"Where're you going?" I cried.
"I'll be back, straight away. I promise." Then she turned to look at me. I could see her taking in my whole face, the way my charcoal colored hair hung like curtains, shadowing over my face. The way my cheeks glowed in the morning sun. The way my eyelids fluttered as I looked into her emerald eyes. Then she kissed my forehead. "Be good, my young one... don't follow me," She repeated. And then she turned around and I watched her curls bounce off her back as she ran.
Where was she going? I asked myself once more, Perhaps to get some food for us? To get a job? We hadn't been living well ever since I was born. We lived on a park bench- with just each other for comfort. Mother hadn't wanted much for us- she never bothered to get a job for food. She ate from the rubbish that she found in the park bins. If I was lucky enough, she'd give me some. I was starving every second of every day, but there was nothing I could do about it. We didn't live a happy life- if you could call it a life at all. We spent our days searching for food, window shopping or just playing in the park- on the swings and the round-a-bout.
Even though she told me not to follow her, I did. My feet felt cold against the cobbled path. Tears were strewn across my rosy cheeks. The frosty wind scraped my face as I scuttled through the forests of trees. I ran past the lake, past the bandstand, past the swings and the round-a-bout. My face now felt hot and I was panting heavily. There was no way I could catch up with her now. Exhausted, I dropped down to the nearest patch of grass, which wasn't hard to find. I heard several strangers say, "Are you alright?" and "What're you doing?" But the truth was, I didn't know. I had no clue. No clue that this day would change the rest of my life.
TEN YEARS LATER
I woke up. My body ached and my palms were sweating. I had a strange nightmare- a nightmare that shouldn't be a nightmare. But it felt like one. I was just running. Running to somewhere, but I don't know where. I was determined to get there. Wait, I remember. I had been running to someone. Someone running away from me. I was only about three years old. I just saw it- a back of a woman's head. Somehow, it was familiar. Even though I never saw her face. As far as I know, nothing like that has ever happened in real life. No one has ever left me- I don't think. I have my mother. I have my best friend. I have everything I could possibly want. Then who was it? It probably wasn't anyone important; it was probably one of those strange dreams that don't mean anything. Probably.
There was a sharp knock on the door. "Lillian! Are you awake? Lillian?" Mother called.
I groaned, "I'm up Mum. I'm up and ready for another day at school."
Mum swung open my bedroom door. "Lillian! You said you were up!"
"Well I'm getting up! Don't nag me Mum; I am perfectly capable of getting myself ready for school. I'm not a baby anymore!" The anger was fuming round in my head. Mum was always nagging me- telling me to do my chores, telling me to do my homework. My Dad always tried to calm her down, "Victoria, don't nag her so much," He says, "You'll push her away completely." Part of me thinks that she does that deliberately, push me away, I mean. Sometimes I wonder if she actually loves me.
"No love, you're not a baby anymore," Mother said apologetically. At that moment I felt slightly sorry for my Mum. She looked so old, her wrinkles were eroding her complexion and she had dark purple circles worn into her skin underneath her tired grey eyes. She could be pretty, if she tried. She had the longest, smoothest flaxen curls and when she rarely smiled, her lips embraced the atmosphere and it lit up the room.
I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back at me, instead she looked full of sadness. She bowed her head and her bony hand pushed open the door before she left the room.
"I'll see you soon love," She didn't turn around.
"Where're you going?" I cried.
"I'll be back, straight away. I promise." Then she turned to look at me. I could see her taking in my whole face, the way my charcoal colored hair hung like curtains, shadowing over my face. The way my cheeks glowed in the morning sun. The way my eyelids fluttered as I looked into her emerald eyes. Then she kissed my forehead. "Be good, my young one... don't follow me," She repeated. And then she turned around and I watched her curls bounce off her back as she ran.
Where was she going? I asked myself once more, Perhaps to get some food for us? To get a job? We hadn't been living well ever since I was born. We lived on a park bench- with just each other for comfort. Mother hadn't wanted much for us- she never bothered to get a job for food. She ate from the rubbish that she found in the park bins. If I was lucky enough, she'd give me some. I was starving every second of every day, but there was nothing I could do about it. We didn't live a happy life- if you could call it a life at all. We spent our days searching for food, window shopping or just playing in the park- on the swings and the round-a-bout.
Even though she told me not to follow her, I did. My feet felt cold against the cobbled path. Tears were strewn across my rosy cheeks. The frosty wind scraped my face as I scuttled through the forests of trees. I ran past the lake, past the bandstand, past the swings and the round-a-bout. My face now felt hot and I was panting heavily. There was no way I could catch up with her now. Exhausted, I dropped down to the nearest patch of grass, which wasn't hard to find. I heard several strangers say, "Are you alright?" and "What're you doing?" But the truth was, I didn't know. I had no clue. No clue that this day would change the rest of my life.
TEN YEARS LATER
I woke up. My body ached and my palms were sweating. I had a strange nightmare- a nightmare that shouldn't be a nightmare. But it felt like one. I was just running. Running to somewhere, but I don't know where. I was determined to get there. Wait, I remember. I had been running to someone. Someone running away from me. I was only about three years old. I just saw it- a back of a woman's head. Somehow, it was familiar. Even though I never saw her face. As far as I know, nothing like that has ever happened in real life. No one has ever left me- I don't think. I have my mother. I have my best friend. I have everything I could possibly want. Then who was it? It probably wasn't anyone important; it was probably one of those strange dreams that don't mean anything. Probably.
There was a sharp knock on the door. "Lillian! Are you awake? Lillian?" Mother called.
I groaned, "I'm up Mum. I'm up and ready for another day at school."
Mum swung open my bedroom door. "Lillian! You said you were up!"
"Well I'm getting up! Don't nag me Mum; I am perfectly capable of getting myself ready for school. I'm not a baby anymore!" The anger was fuming round in my head. Mum was always nagging me- telling me to do my chores, telling me to do my homework. My Dad always tried to calm her down, "Victoria, don't nag her so much," He says, "You'll push her away completely." Part of me thinks that she does that deliberately, push me away, I mean. Sometimes I wonder if she actually loves me.
"No love, you're not a baby anymore," Mother said apologetically. At that moment I felt slightly sorry for my Mum. She looked so old, her wrinkles were eroding her complexion and she had dark purple circles worn into her skin underneath her tired grey eyes. She could be pretty, if she tried. She had the longest, smoothest flaxen curls and when she rarely smiled, her lips embraced the atmosphere and it lit up the room.
I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back at me, instead she looked full of sadness. She bowed her head and her bony hand pushed open the door before she left the room.
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