Voiceless

Chapter Two

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Chapter 2

I got home later than usual as I was forced to stay back and complete work that I missed due to the unexpected nuisance of allergies. Only when I finished the task did I realize how late it was. I packed my bag before dashing towards my car. I pressed a button that brought down a set of inflatable steps so I can climb into my car safely then folded it. Hold on - don't get me wrong, it's not like I had a curfew. Ever since my mum passed away two years ago, my dad had to learn to cope and care for us all by himself. Of course I didn't need to be looked after; I was twenty one years old! But I worried about my kid brother. He was only nine, and my dad wasn't the best cook in the house. I was terrified he might burn the kitchen down!

I pushed in our private pin number beside our door and waited impatiently for the door to slide open. Rushing into the hallways, I expected to be choked by the strong grips of black smoke, suffocate and waste my last breath on the black ash being dispensed around my helpless body - but instead the mouth watering smell of fish and chips wafted through my nose. My stomach grumbled. I peered through the kitchen and saw Toby, my brother, and dad sitting on the stools with their food. I grabbed mine and joined them, digging in.

"Stressful day?" dad asked me.

"Nah, I was just praying you didn't burn the house down with your cooking skills," I answered. Toby chuckled under his breath.

"I'm actually hurt Hazel" my dad said with mock sadness. I laughed at his terrible acting skills and soon my dad joined in. Toby smiled a toothy grin but silently continued to eat his food. I finished my dinner and headed upstairs to take a nice long and hot shower. I passed our hallway and saw the photo of my parents on their wedding day. I ran a hand over the picture, longing for my mum. She looked so beautiful in her white sundress. My parents were holding hands and smiling happily at the camera. Her cheeks were pink and if you looked closely, you would have noticed the sparkly glint in her eyes. She was so full of life, my mum. It's so difficult to remember how slowly her life drained away as the disease took over her.

She died of cervical cancer. I knew I couldn't have prevented her from leaving, but one thing that angered me was that the doctors couldn't spot the cancer until after it took over. I mean, cancer was discovered over a century ago and they still haven't found a cure yet! It angered me but I knew I couldn't put them at fault. I was no doctor or scientist, so how would I know of the difficulty to find a cure? I still treasured the veil she wore on that special day, and it was hidden in my small memo box, folded neatly inside. We all regretted the fact that we couldn't spend enough time with her. I was majorly upset that Toby didn't even know his own mum well. I was determined to never let him forget her.

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After I took a quick shower, I let my wet hair dry naturally. I covered myself in my bathrobe then went to my bedroom. Changing into some comfortable clothes I went over the notes I made back at the university. I had exams coming up and I didn't plan on failing any of them. I looked through my notebook, trying to decipher my scrawls. I blamed the lecturers; they spoke too fast! I squinted at a few sentences before turning the page and coming to the notes that I put down after the debate. I cringed at my lame excuse to leave the class. The toilet... seriously? As I read the notrebook I realized that I underlined the word 'baby' a couple of times. Staring at the word, I recalled something that I wish never happened. Something that would have had a better outcome if it... just occurred later in the future.