Two Years Later
It has been two years since my little sister Bex died, probably at least eleven years since my mom and Dad died.
I have made mistakes in my time and one of those mistakes was getting pregnant when i am only fifteen.
The father to the baby is one of the most popular guys at my school. Gregorio High school, America, is where I was tutored up until five months ago.
Kestall, named after his death eater grand-father is the father to my baby but he doesn't want anything to do with it or me for that matter.
Kestall used me all for his image and when we finally slept togethor and i got pregnant he dropped me like a sour weight...
Mum and Dad wouldn't have been proud of me for what I did but I was determined not to give in.
I looked at the grave stones of my parents as they buired my sister beside them and gently placed my hand on my ever growing stomach.
I am five months pregnant and all alone in the world. For two years I tried to live alone and some how managed on a part time job on weekends, plus the odd paper route every morning. I lived on thin rashions but somehow managed. I have lived on the streets for a while, sleeping in door ways, managing to only get clean in public places like swimming pools. I can no longer work, neither have I worked for the last two months. I have lived in my own in a grotty little flat for the past year or so. I have managed on small rashions, buying as many things that will keep for a long time as I can. I've lived off powdered milk and the occasional free kids meal from Macdonals where I worked. Now a neighbour buys some things off me, like paintings, drawings and knitting. In return she will give me food and let me use her flat for my clensing needs. My flat does not have running water but every time I go out I take a large water bottle and fill it.
Bex and I, we moved to America when our grandma moved here after her divorce with Grandad Arthur. My grandma Molly also died on the same night as bex, two years ago.
They are sending me home now, home to Uncle Ron but he isn't family to me really as I have never met him except for maybe the odd weeks and also when I was young. He announced me missing and then they found out I was alive and well. That is how I was found living alone because of him.
We had two stones built here, in America when we moved but it didnt matter. I was leaving so from today, no one will ever put fresh flowers on the proper grave to my little sister, Rebecca, Bex.
I visited them one last time before the social worker put her hand on my shoulder and led me away, to the air port where I got onto the first flight back to England.
Uncle Ron met me off the plane in England and he was shocked to see me carrying an extra person but he hugged me tightly all the same.
I cried into his shoulder the moment that he took hold of me. I felt loved again and I hadn't felt that way since Bex died...Maybe even before then. Uncle Ron held me close as I sobbed into his shoulder even more.
"It's ok Sammy...It's ok," he whispered "I'll support you if you want to keep the baby,"
"You...will," i sniffeed
"Yeah...It's your descision...If you want to keep the baby then you can," smiled Uncle Ron as he let me go
I nodded and took his hand tightly, knowing that Uncle Ron would care for me. I climbed into the car, ready to have a new life, a new start for my baby. She would have the stable environment to grow up in like I had always wished for.