All I could feel was anger. I pushed myself back into my wheelchair as I had done so many times at the hospital and rolled myself to the door to the room where all the patients that had been kidnapped waited. Before the man with the gun could react, I unlocked it with the key that had been left in the keyhole and opened it. In a wave of clothes and colours, the victims charge out of this horrid place and into the corridor. As one, they charged at the man with the gun, who was standing there, staring. After he was unconscious, they ran into the room that Jacob was in and started attacking him.

While they attacked him, I got back out of my wheelchair and lay on the floor next to Abigail.

She was gone. Her body is limp and she had blood in her hair. Tears, hot and full of sadness, roll down my cheeks. Her eyes are glassy and open. Gently, I close them so that she can rest peacefully. She's gone.

What do I do without her? How do I carry on? How do I have hope when my spark has died along with Abigail. She was the only person that mattered in my life. My father left my mum after I was born and my mother died of depression after he left and I was diagnosed.

Abigail is among the angels now. I always knew that she belonged with them, for a spark that bright, that influenced so many people, was not meant to last…