Sophie's P.O.V
Me and Rosie walked side by side gripping each others hands for safety. We followed the surgeon back to the family room. "Would you like to sit down?" He said gesturing to the sofa that I'd fallen asleep on only hours earlier. "What's going on? We just want to see our mum." Rosie said sounding strong in her voice. "You're mum is okay. You'll be able to see her once the anaesthetic wears off. The bad news is, the cause of your mum's brain haemorrhage has become clear." The doctor said; I was focusing on every word. "It seems as though your mum has suffered some kind of blow to the head." Me and Rosie looked cautiously at each other. "Are you saying our mum's been attacked?" I asked squeezing Rosie's hand tighter. "Well the police are going to come and question her, and your dad. So hopefully we can find out. I'll get someone to and get you once your mum has woken up." He smiled and left the room.
"Where is he Rosie?" Why would my dad leave, maybe Rosie could shed some light. Just as Rosie was about to answer me, he bounded through the door. "Dad! Where've you been?" Rosie and I shouted simultaneously. He captured us both in his arms. "Come 'ere, I was sorting out work at the garage. I'm sorry." He seemed genuine, but I was still fuming. Before I could take it up with him we were rudely interrupted by a policeman. "Excuse me sir, are you Kevin Webster? We need to take a statement from you. If you'd like to come with us." The tall policeman said gesturing to his colleague who was stood a few metres away. Dad consented and followed them leaving me and Rosie to, again, suffer the agonising wait for our mother to regain consciousness.
Dad had made it half way down the corridor when he started sprinting away. He was running away from the police, why?He was out of the hospital in a flash. The two policemen bounded along after him, knocking over that receptionist. Molly. Rosie headed over to her. "You know something don't you!" She shouted when she was close enough to grab a hold of her. "Don't try and lie to me, I can see right through you now." I had caught up to my sister, I had no idea what she was doing but she needed my support. That's when I noticed the blood. Molly had been pregnant. She saw me looking, finally she noticed. "NOOOOOO!" She cried.
Sian's P.O.V
My eye's flung open, and my back left the comfort of my bed as I woke up screaming. I could still see down the barrel of that gun. I could still hear his wicked laugh as I screamed out. It'd been three weeks since Kevin had tried to kill me and I'd been avoiding Coronation Street like the plague. My councilor said it might be best to avoid places that reminded me of him, just until my panic attacks had stopped. I had no idea what to do about Sophie, she tried to text me but I've turned my phone off. It was only six 'o' clock in the morning, was it too early to get dressed for school? It's my first day back I have to face all the questions from the school, I have to face the schools pity and most of all I have to face her, Sophie.
I got in the shower and washed my hair, I guess looking presentable would be a good start to the day. My dad came to wake me up at seven thirty I was already dressed and ready to go. We sat through breakfast in silence, my dad and I hadn't really got on well since the incident. "Would you like me to drive to school Sian?" He asked not looking up from his newspaper. I just wanted to get back to normality. "Erm, well I was going to get the bus, if you'd give me the money." He nodded, I wonder if he would have actually given me a lift if I'd asked. "Yeah the money's on the sideboard."
I grabbed the money, without saying goodbye to my dad I left the house closing the door behind me. I rested my head on the door behind me. I was going to see Sophie and my heart was practising gymnastics. My legs were walking too fast for my liking but I couldn't stop them. Then I saw her, I stopped breathing for a minute. My eyes were held by hers neither of us glancing away. I could feel my knee's buckling. I sat down next to her at the bus stop, I didn't say a word, I had nothing to say. She placed her hand delicately over mine to let me know she was there. I was silent for the rest of the day. I wanted to speak, and be normal, but my mouth had different idea's. I couldn't even eat. That's the one thing I didn't want. I didn't want to be the traumatised freak.
Sophie's P.O.V
"Sophie, get up for school now! This is the last time I'm shouting you." Rosie's voice was stern. She entered my room obviously knowing I had no intention of moving. "Soph, babes, you need to get off to school. Mum's coming home tonight and you know she'll be checking up on you." I lifted my tear stained face to look at her. She envloped me into a hug. "Sophie, give her time she'll come round eventually. Don't think she's ignoring you, she'll be pushing everyone away until dad gets caught. She's scared." I gulped, I couldn't believe what dad had done and he still hadn't been caught. What were the police doing with their time.
I left for school, maybe Sian would be back today I just needed to see her face. I'd been walking round to the bus stop nearest her house for the past three weeks hoping I'd at least see her. The bench felt cold as I sat on it, or was it just the fear inside me? Footsteps came round the corner, my heart skipped a beat. She was stood there, in her uniform, as if it was a normal day. Her eye's looked so vaccant, like she wasn't really there. I didn't let her break the gaze I needed to drink in all of her, I'd missed her so much. Without speaking she sat down next to me, I held her hand in mine.
Fifth lesson of the day, English with Sian. This was the first time I'd seen her since the bus journey. We sat next together still not breaking the silence that we'd shared since I saw her three weeks ago in the hospital. We got on with the work leaving each other to just work, I planned on talking to her tonight after school. Class had been dismissed, I stood up, a bit too fast and knocked Sian's bag off the table. A leaflet fell out.
How to deal with self-harm?
My stomach dropped at the thought of Sian self harming. I grabbed her arm rolled up the sleeve of her jumper, I saw several deep cuts running from her wrist right up her arm. "Sorry." She whispered.
