I woke up to a bang. Maja wasn't in her bed and it hadn't been slept in, where could she be? I crawled out of my old, crumpled, dirty sheets and glanced around the room, everything was untouched. You could hear a pin drop in that cold, dark night. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I spotted her, she was on the floor, battered and bruised. I was trying to figure out what had happened when she woke up. I could see it instantly and I knew exactly what had happened. I had thought it was gone, I thought it was over, I thought…I was safe.
We had just moved to Cornwall and mum was in hospital, the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with her and we were all worried. Maja was crying, nestled up against Grandma by the fire she was sad about mum, again. It had felt like an eternity since she had been happy and well with her joyful spirit and her cheaty games. She was so much like mum. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, I sprinted to the door and opened it, was just the postman.