(Any feedback welcome. About the plot, story idea, ending, beginning- please and thanks, Brie♥)
“Mom,” was all she said.
A woman of forty looked up into the stony eyes of a sorrow filled young lady. Immediately, her face brightened and a shimmer of hope grew visible in her glassy eyes. A finger reached forward slowly, then two, then three, then two hands altogether, grabbing at the adult but only grasping bars.
“Allison,” breathed Millicent.
The daughter’s head bent downward and she shook it. “Camille. My name is Camille, mother.”
“Oh.” Millicent’s hands let go of the bars, and the sliver of hope in her eyes vanished. Stepping back from the cell bars, she made her way to the small cot in the corner, collapsing upon it face up in a sigh of disappointment.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Camille said.
A mumble of words strung from Millicent, incomprehensible to the ears of anyone more than a few inches away from her. Camille picked her head up, unblinking, and questioned Millicent on what she said, though she seemed to know exactly what it was even when the words never reached her.
“Hearing problems too I see? Next it’ll be some lethal disease…” Millicent grumbled and Camille swallowed the gasp of pain in her throat. The fake hair upon her head suddenly became itchy.
“Mom, I have-“
Millicent held up a hand as she stood up, rage and wild anger flaring in her eyes. “Are you Allison?” Camille’s eyes started to shine and she bit her lip, not speaking. “Then I’m not listening. Not until my baby girl is here…”
Camille stood there, unsure of what to say, mind spinning with words she wanted to speak, but knew there was no point in saying.
“Now get out of here you worthless brat!” Millicent barked. With that, she turned and shuffled back to the bed, slowly sinking onto it, letting out a sob. Curling up in a ball, Camille could hear her saying that one name over and over. “Allison. Oh Allison.”
After minutes of standing there, watching her crazy distressed mother cry over her other daughter, Camille backed away, murmuring to herself, “I love you too mom.”
Outside of the station, Camille’s eyes filled and a sob much like her mother’s escaped from her throat. As she curled up in the passenger’s seat of her car, she let the tears fall silently. A hand touched her arm.
He sighed. “I don’t understand why you do this to yourself...”
Camille looked into his eyes. “Every daughter deserves a mother’s love.”
“And is that what you think she’s giving out? Love?”
Camille stared straight ahead into the distance. Allison left and was given love. Camille stayed and was given hatred. When the cancer took her, all she could hope for was her mother’s love and forgiveness for the past events in her mother’s mind, which never even happened.
