Chapter 1: Small, small crying child.
I got out from under my duvet cover as Bajancanadian finishes his outro and start wondering why my eyes hurt so much, but then I remember that about 27 minutes ago I was crying and my dad was shouting. I started crying again. I hate him. I hate the hospital. I hate the funeral director. But mostly I hate that stupid bus driver!
*Flashback*
"Mum! Look KFC! Oh can we go!PLEEEEEAAAZZ!" I say giggling a little.
"Okay, okay. We need lunch anyway." Mum says.
"KFC! KFC! KFC!" I chant. "MUM LOOK OUT!" I scream as we turn out onto a roundabout.
*CRASH*
Screaming is heard but I'm too numb to tell if it's me screaming. I feel hot and sticky. Am I sweating or is it blood? I hear people talking, mobiles ringing, children crying, sirens. The only thing I can't hear is mum. Oh God mum are you Ok? She can't hear me. Am I speaking? What are they saying? What? oh God what's happening, I think I'm being carried but the arms are too strong to be mum's. Slowly I can see again and I look around and see broken glass and red liquid. Blood. A body. Oh no it's mum! I roll off onto the floor and run to mum.
"Mum! Get up! You're bleeding! There's glass in your head!" I scream and start crying.
People stir me away and next thing I know, I'm in the back of an ambulance being taken to hospital. I pass out.
*Flashback over*
Days after the incident they tell me mum is having a very long sleep but really I know they're lying and tell them to tell me the truth and they tell me she is dead and that I have to live with my dad.
That's not entirely why I'm crying. I'm crying because my dad is horrible and abusive but I still have to live with him because I have no other living relatives.
I start packing a backpack. Phone, phone charger, soft leopard toy my mum gave me. Oh mum why? You died so young too. She was only 34 when she died.
I get a few more things and run down to the kitchen while my dad's in the garden, shouting at the neighbour's cute Jack Russel dog, Tortia.
I grab Doritoes, a full pack of ham, crackers, cheese, a whole box of Lucky Charms cereal and run out the house, closing the front door quietly so my dad doesn't hear my leave. I run for about 20 minutes and sit down on a street bench, looking at Mcdonald's. God I wish I stole my dad's money. Then I see two familiar faces. The two people I want to meet the most!