"Tamsin, TAMSIN!" it was gran "coming," I replied. Putting one foot in front of another, I arrived I the lounge as some geese passed overhead, squawking "What is it?" I asked. The doctors had called, we were loosing her. Mum. The next day, we drove to the hospital and poor old Maja was, again, weeping. When we got inside, it smelt of chemicals and rubber gloves I could tell straight away that, though the doctors were being really good to her, she wasn't happy. It pains me to think but, why would she be happy, she was dying. I had already lost one person, I couldn't bear mum as well. As I thought of dad, my mind was shrouded with mist, mum never talked about him and never told us how he died, an image in my mind slowly formed of a skinny man with eyes green as emerald and hair that was like fire, like me. Suddenly, I was woken from my thoughts, gran was shouting at me to hurry up, mum was in the next ward. She was in a blue paper-like hospital gown with white paper-like sheets draped over her, she had blue and purple bags under her eyes though they were closed. She looked restless and pale, her eyes were darting around inside their sockets, I could tell that she was having nightmares, I hated seeing her like this. We sat by her for an hour and she didn't wake up, we had to go. As I left, one of the nurses looked at me, her eyes, her eyes, they were black, like a night with no moon or stars, not a speck of anything, nothing. She blinked and it was back to normal but it was too late, I had seen it. Suddenly, everything went black, I could feel the pain but I couldn't move, I struggled and struggled, I tried to stay but it was no use, I gave up.