I woke up coughing. I thought it was a normal cough. I was wrong. It didn't stop. I started crying.
My bedroom door flung open. In ran Harry, my older brother. "Mum! She can't stop coughing!" Harry called. Mum ran into my room. "Harry go fill her water glass." She said, seeing that my glass was empty. "Mummy -cough- it -cough- hurts -cough-" I said, coughing between each word. "I know darlin' I know." She said, smothing my hair. Harry came back into the room, carring my glass of water. Water splashed over the top of it.
"Here sis." Harry said. He Held my head back a bit. He tipped the glass back slightly, letting some of the water drop into my mouth. Mum got up and walked out. I pushed Harry's hand away. "Where is Mummy going Haz?" I asked, panicking a bit. "I'm not sure Jaz." Harry said. I grab the glass of water from Harry and start drinking. "Whats wrong Jazzy?" Gemma asks, entering my room. I choke on a bit of water. Harry takes the water back. "Slow down Jasmine." Harry says. I start coughing a bit more.
"Jasmine, come here please." Mum said, it sounded like she was in the bathroom. I slowly got up. I stood up and coughed really hard. I sat back on the bed, waiting for it to lightened up. "I -cough- can't -cough- Harry." I said, crying more. Harry picked me up. I wasn't to surprised that he could. I was 2 years younger him and really skinny.
I gained little to no weight when I ate. "Look at little 6 year old Harry Edward carrying little 4 year old Jasmine Isabelle." Gemma said, laughing a bit. "Looks like Gemma Ann can't keep her mouth shut." Harry snapped. "Harry sat me down in the bathroom. "Harry. Gemma. Cut it out." Mum said. I leaned into Harry for support. I felt really weak.
Mum handed me a cup with some water in it. "Gargle and spit out." Mum commanded. I gargled a bit of the water. I immediately spit it out. "It tastes horrible Mummy!" I complained. "I know Jazzy. It will help you." Mum said. I gripped the counter and took another swig.
I spit it out. I kept my head down. I let some tears slip. It made my throat burn. I sat the cup down. I clenched a fist. "You have to empty the glass before you go anywhere Jaz." Mum said. "It burns Mum." I whispered. "What?" Mum asked. "It burns!" I shouted. "Don't use that tone with me missy!" Mum shouted back at me.
Mum raised her hand up. I immediately thought to when dad smacked me. "Don't tell your Mum I did that alright?" He had said. I was 3 when he smacked me. "Go ahead and smack me like Daddy did!" I shouted without thinking. "What?" Harry asked. He spun me so I faced him. He looked scared and shocked.
"When did he hit you Jasmine?" Harry asked. "I was 3. I'm so sorry! Don't let Daddy know I told you!" I said. I collapsed into Harry's chest. I cried really hard.
"I'm home!" I heard my father, Des, shout. "Gemma, take Harry and Jasmine to the park." Mum said. "Come on." Gemma said.
She took Harry and I to the park after I got dressed. We were half way there when I realized I forgot something. I started running back. I ran al the way back to home. That was when I witnessed something I would never forget.
