Funerals and a Plan
The Start
The wind sweeping past my hair as I stood on that hill. No words could ever describe how I felt at that moment. My dear friend had died, the only person I could ever trust. She was like my older sister but better than any sister ever imaged. We had much in common better than my family. But as I stood there I knew this was the start of something much more.
I was just five when it all started. I was just sitting in my room when I heard my mum scream, I ran down the hall which was brightly lit and into the kitchen. My dear mother was on the floor blood gushing from her neck spilling onto the floor boards, my dad came through the door at that moment and saw my mother on the floor. I didn't know what was happening, why she was on the floor? Why she had blood coming out of her body?. 'Come on little one, we must leave' my dad said, he dropped his heavy shopping bag and grabbed everything he could and put it in our shiny new car. He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside, but I didn't want to leave my mother alone but I did what my dad asked. We got into the car and drove away past all the houses and onto the high way. 'Dad, why did we leave mum alone?' I asked
'Mum is going to take care of our house why we go away for a while' he said as he sped down the high way. At times I thought we were going to crash. But there was no slowing down.