It's probably really bad but oh wells and I haven't even read it through nvm but I hope it's good I had the familiar taste in my mouth, the one I used to get as a child . The smell around me was the same too but that was because of the taste. I sat lying there not moving for an hour , almost paralysed . Isn't it weird how we love the ones who hurt us and hurt the ones we love. You can do all that in a day , from experience. I really wanted to go back but I knew I couldn't , not after yesterday, I didn't even know if it was yesterday or today or even last week , I was loosing it but I didn't mind . I wanted home. So much. I didn't even have a home , fires arnt always accidents . The taste came back but I couldn't remember the name . I wanted to sleep , but not here . I wondered where my sister was right now , maybe dead. I knew I should cry but I didn't feel it . Slowly I drifted back to sleep , again,yesterday or whenever it was was horrible and I wish I could forget , but I can't . Me and my sister used to walk up along the banks of the river and play games like tag and skip, when my mother died my father wouldnt let us up there because of the building works going on. Then I was such an idiot I really don't want to go there. But I have to. It's all I have left to ever remember about the things that matter in my life. What a rubbish life, all I have to remember is death. I woke up as I heard a noise of a crying baby. It sounded like my sister when she was little , I wanted to laugh , smile , cry and to be angry but I couldn't . I just lay there.
alexI'm glad u like it It wasn't her though I knew it. I was in hospital , I realised that after finally looking up.it's a shame, really, I was enjoying not knowing what happened for a few minutes . But really my sister was in a coma , not critical but serious but I knew she would die.but she hasn't yet and I will always have that hope in my mind that she won't . I wonder what is going to happen to me. If I hadn't been so stupid I wouldnt be here now and I would be at home with my dad, my sister would probably be out doing some dancing at the hall and I would be at home talking with my dad, maybe doing some homework. But I'll never get that back, he's in a critical coma which means he will die definitely . I never knew smoke can do that, put 2 people in a coma. But I should stop wondering now. It's becoming too regular 3 more bumps for new part
Really short but read the bottom I want to know Over the next two days I sat waiting , for nothing but atleast it was nothing , I was being fed on hospital food and smothered by nurses. I'm fine now and I lost the cough . Soon I'm going away to somewhere. My mum apparently left it in her will but I want to find out where I'm going Where do u think she should go ? boarding school or foster home ??
My excitement had been stopped when I knew where I was going , I cried and that was my first real emotion in weeks. I cried loads and when I started I couldn't stop I couldn't help thinking about my family.I was going to boarding school. Every time I mentioned it to myself I felt a shiver I'd seen movies when I was younger . The Walls were plain and dull along with everything else , they were so strict and you have to be dead rich to be popular, I only have my piggy bank . I never really cared about being liked and things and I'm not intending to change I never really had a best friend apart from my sister. I used to just sit alone and read . I liked reading, it was my own world. I cried again for my sister . I gtg sleep now nite pimd
Soon the days flew by , in the next month my dad had died but I still hoped for my sister.it became august which was three months later and my favourite nurse Annie took me out to buy things for boarding . I had 3 duvets five towels and loads of clothes. I remembered packing for holidays with mum. We used to go to the coast of France and we all used to sunbathe and in the evening we would play cards.I wondered what my sister is doing right now , I wonder if she knows me and if she does she might wake up and forget me , I dont blame her . I killed dad and I'm not sure what I've done to her, I've made myself not feel guilty, even though I know I am. Later on that day I was allowed to see my sister, apparently she made good progress . My boarding school was 4 hours away . It was called oak towers , I thought that maybe soon I could get out, even if I dont only 4 years to go, I'm 14 by the way. It was tall and had four towers . It was an all girls school , it looked like a castle and around it had an old moat now covered in juicy ,long green grass