I didn't think anyone could possibly make my life any worse than it already was, but my parents have done just that.
No less than three days after Callum's funeral, they have just announced that we're moving. To Scotland.
They have bought a bird sanctuary.
This is all too much. Callum's been gone for less than a week, and already they're talking about leaving him behind and starting a new life without him.
I picture a bird sanctuary. All I see are the birds swooping in endless circles, their wings outstretched in perfect replicas of the plane that killed my brother.
I can't do this.
My twin brother has always been like another part of me. Now, that part of me is missing, nothing more than an engraved stone in a graveyard.
An engraved stone which I will now have to leave behind.
Then I think of school. I'll be all alone, different to every other child in a world where no one knows me or understands me. My wheelchair isn't the only problem, either. I won't speak like them or act like them. I won't know any of their traditions, or how they live their lives.
I don't know if I want to live my life without Callum.
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After The Fall
General FictionChildren are taught that every aeroplane lands. But some don't. Some fall. And when they do, there are some for whom life will never be the same again. Friends and Family Anthology Part 3.
