I'll Never Say Goodbye

Chapter 10

Sqaishey's POV

I sort of just stand there, staring at my father, too shocked at my own bad luck.

Out of all the streets, highways and alleys I could have turned down, this is the one I took?

My father runs angrily towards me and that triggers my reaction to run. I turn and only just miss my father's grasp as I run.

As my father gains on me, I think of the time when Stampy and I were separated.

I consider trying to run. But I know that I'm not very fast; at least not as fast as my parents. I would most certainly get caught, even if I ran as fast as I could.

But the question I want the answer to is why? Why are they taking my best friend away from me? I'm nearly an official adult, in almost 12 months I will be. I could leave after my birthday and try to find Stampy. But out of 7 whole continents to search, would I find him? I give up trying to come up with ideas of trying to get him back and start struggling against my parents grip.

The tears start to fall and I can't stop them. Sobbing, I run faster, feeling a surge of adrenaline.

But the voices still echo in my head, and they take over; I start to drown in my own tears.

The voices turn into screams, and soon I chorus together with them. I double over and fall, my head knocking against the hard concrete.

The blood comes gushing out. Pain. More blood. More pain.

I am done for. I take a breath in, probably my last one as my father grasps my arm, pulling me towards him, grasping me in a... hug?

Shaking, I notice flashing lights and sirens coming closer.

The lights get whiter, brighter. The end has come.

*~.~*

The first thing I notice is I'm not dead. Second, I'm in my bed, the bed that I called Stampy under.

Next I notice my father and mother crying.

It's the first time I have seen them not in pain or anger.

"...It honestly is a miracle, never heard of it before..." a doctor says to them. "...it must have knocked something back together, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Of course it's not going to come to her all at once, but it all will come..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I whisper, just audible. The three figures turn their heads and my mum and dad run over to me.

My mum starts kissing my forehead. My father holds my hand and I kick him away.

My father for once looks startled.

"Mark, don't expect her to be loving towards you after what you did to her..."

He pouts and glares at me, like I've done something wrong...

Like I'm a child.

"Go to your room!" My dad yells at me. I look over to Mum. She nods sadly. I run into my room, and slammed the door behind me.'

"Beth?" my mother's concerned voice bringing me back to reality.

"Sorry. I just was thinking." I mutter.

"About what?" The doctor says, and I realise for the first time that we are at home with some sort of personal doctor. Like a home doctor or something.

"Just a flashback."

"From your childhood?" he asks.

"Uh, yeah." I say awkwardly.

My mother and father give each other 'the look' (where they seem to read each other's mind).

I wonder what they are thinking about.

Probably about me.