Pain...

Chapter 1.

‘‘Yeah, I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, Gabby.’’

‘‘KK, you better Vicki!’’

‘‘Urgh, I got science homework in for tomorrow, I better go now. Love you Gabs!’’

‘‘Love you to Vicki, bye!’’

I pulled out my planner from my school bag and got the un-done science homework out. Urgh, atomic structure. Fuuun, I thought to myself.

As I started completing my homework, I heard a very loud scream coming from downstairs. Something inside me clicked on and I screamed back; "NOO!"

I ran down stairs and shock overwhelmed my face… My sister was stood there screaming and tears poured out her eyes. My dad was sat in mums favourite arm chair with his head in his hands. He was crying. My dad was a cage fighter so he didn’t cry unless it was VERY serious. I look back at my sister, who had collapsed on the floor crying, then at my dad. Something wasn’t right. It suddenly hit me.

‘‘Oh No…Its not...is it?’’

The look on my sisters face said it all.

‘‘NO! IT CAN’T BE!’’

My dad look up at me.

‘‘Sorry hon. she’s gone.’’

‘‘NO! She Cant Be! I Saw Her This Morning! She was fine!’’

My dad replaced his head in his hands and started crying again.

‘‘Sorry Vicki. Sorry.’’

It’s official. My life is screwed. I’m 15 and my mum is dead. I knew she had terminal brain cancer but the doctors gave her 1 year to live…2 months ago. She still had 10 months left! I ran over to my sister and collapsed next to her. I grabbed her hand and clasped it as hard as I could. Dad got up and put his comforting arm around us and we huddled up and cried together. After about 10 minutes of pure crying, I turned to dad;

‘‘Where is she?’’

‘‘She's in hospital.’’

‘‘What? How? When? I didn’t hear any sirens?’’

‘‘They came last night. About 3am. I didn’t want to worry you so I left you asleep.’’

‘‘Can I see her?’’

‘‘I think its best if you didn’t. I want you to have a happy memory of your mum. I want you to remember her alive.’’

I nodded softly and he gave me a tissue to wipe my eyes. He softly giggled, and I realised why. I hadn’t token of yesterday makeup so I looked like a witch with mascara smeared down my pale cheeks. My sister looked up and gave out the tiniest of giggles,

‘‘Sis, you look like cousin Jessie when she try’s to but Auntie Georgia’s makeup on!’’ she said.

I giggled. Jessie was 7 and loves putting on her mum’s makeup…or though she mistakes the eye liner as eye shadow so she ends up with panda eyes. We used to tease her about it all the time!

‘‘Hey Mel, do you remember when mum used to do our mak…’’

Her eyes watered and tears began to fall out her red eyes onto her already tear stained cheeks. She was only 13 so she found this even harder than me. ‘‘Sorry…’’

My own eyes started to puff up and I burst into tears. My dad tightened his grip on us and I snuggled my face into his clean white shirt. He started singing lullabies softly and after a while I started calming down.