The Lost Girl

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All I could focus on was my Mum and telling her the great news. She would be proud of me... For once. She might even see that her "waste of a space" daughter, is getting all the things she wants in life to become a doctor, she never believed I could accomplish. That was, if she was even there. Third year of high school. I walked into my house, expecting everything to be as normal. Mum sitting watching TV and my dinner sitting in the kitchen. Instead? I sat for four hours wiping tears off my face, it was almost peeling, with thoughts that I may not see my own Mother again. Cars constantly pulling up outside the house, blue and red were the only colours I could see. Asked question, after question, I didn't know if I could cope anymore. Shock, anger and happiness came rushing to me three days later; my mum was standing right in front of my own eyes. Despite everything she had put me through; I was relieved to see that she was alive. I couldn't go through losing another parent, not again. Before even going upstairs, disappointment hit me, as there was a piece of paper with my name scribbled on it. I felt crushed all over again. I was alone. Again. I was completely lost as I ran up to my own room, it all came back to me. I picked up the last tissue and dabbed my face with it. I had to be strong. Suddenly, even though I was alone, I began to hear whispering. It was the voice, it took over me, controlled me in ways I couldn't even handle, but it, being my mind is me right? "Go on." It yelled. "Go on get it, you know you can't resist, you're all alone. She may not even return, just like your Daddy!" A loud scream prevailed from the back of my throat. I opened the drawer, look down at the blade which was now my best friend, a sudde... ... middle of paper ... ...ed to sit by the window every day, waiting for him. I would run to the door and rap my arms tightly around him the second I could see him. Slowly, step by step, I had to get to that window. Every step I took made me gasp for oxygen. I became dizzy, eyes were blurry. I finally got there; I sat waiting for my hero to enter my sight. I started to feel goose bumps covering my body, shivers from the bottom of my spine up. I could no longer hold my head. I could no longer see clearly, my breathing was the only thing I could hear, then a woman's voice crackled through my ears, it was my mum, I couldn't make out the words. Suddenly, I heard a bang; I could feel the soft carpet strands through my fingers, all I could see above me was the ceiling. I could feel my body being shaken, back and forth, but I was too weak to respond, my vision was gone, darkness cast over my eyes.

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