Next morning
I wake up to the sound of my alarm, I was quite shocked because I hadent set my alarm. Mum had left a note on the side of my table “Gone to work early, breakfast is in the fridge. Don’t forget to pay your dance fee”. I forgot to tell you that im a dancer, I have won 12 dancing competitions. I get out of bed and put on Ed Sheeran “small bump”. I take my breakfast out of the fridge and sit there eating and listening to Ed Sheeran, feeling invigorated and amazing. I wash my dish and go get dressed for dancing. The phone rings and I answer
“Hello”
“Hi is this Delilah” a deep voice says
“Yes”
“I think you may need to sit down, I have some news for you” confused and worried I sit down on my bed
“whats going on?”
“We are very sorry Delilah, your mother has been in a car crash an…”
“what? What do you mean” I interrupted, I couldn’t breath, I feel off my bed onto the floor
“im sorry, but she hasn’t made it threw, she was in a critical condition. She is at the west wing hospital. We would like you to confirm the body”
“i…i…”
“hello, Delilah are you there?”
“I have to go”
I hung up and sat there stunned. As the tears role down my cheeks I sway back and forth, clutching my chest. She cant be. I never got to say goodbye. I screamed and threw my pillow across the room. I grabbed the house keys and started to run down the street. i kept running. The wind burnt my nose and made my eyes sting. Tears rolled down my face as I reached the hospital. I pushed the doors opened and ran down a corridor. A nurse knew me and took me to my mother. I looked down at the floor as I walked into the room. They rolled the sheet back and I looked up. It was her. I fell to the ground, screaming and crying. The nurse drag me out of the room kicking and screaming, I didn’t want to leave. Please come back to me mum. I need you
A month had passed and I hadn’t gone out side, my friends were calling me non-stop. I felt numb, empty and alone. No one could understand what I have lost. There was a knock at the door. I get out of bed and walk to the door. It was my friend Bec.
“Im so sorry for your lose” she hugged me and came in side
“I cant even…I just cant do anything”
“That’s why im here, to get you out side, for goodness sakes you look too thin”
“ok, well go to lunch, just stop harassing me and calling”
“I was worried, its been a month”
I get dressed and put make up on and got in the car. We arrive and the hideaway and sit down at a window table, looking out on the street. We order and talk, about life, how hollow I fell. How much I have wasted away in that house. And whats been happening lately.
“it hard to let it go, the funeral was two weeks ago and I just have so much built up in inside me”
“ I know babe, I feel for you” she holds my hands in her
“it will be ok” she says
we sit and wait for our lunch. I hear a knock on the window and my face lights up. It was harry Styles
