love, always

Chapter 15

15.

 

I have had enough, I don’t know what I’ve had enough of exactly but I’ve had enough.

I’ve had enough of life.

Why did it have to be me who survived the car crash, I know how that sounds but I don’t actually care. I’ve suffered even more than Mum, Megan and Josh because I went through the pain of the car crash and the pain of losing them.

Any minute now Zan is going to come and tell me the next part of my ‘story’, the funeral. But I don’t want to hear it. I have to confess I’m scared. It’s going to be even worse than the first initial shock and hurt of when I first found out because I’ll see them in a box, go into the ground, being lowered in to be trapped there forever...

 

NO.

No.

Why did she even call it ‘the story’ anyway? I mean sure it’s my story but it’s not exactly one of her fairy tales is it? There’s no happy ending is there? There not going to come back alive are they? No. She’s just being Zan.

Any minute now she’ll pop up saying her ‘hello Haley, are you ready to wake up?’ and I’ll just be there like...meh.

I am actually quite surprised she hasn’t arrived yet to be absolutely honest with you, but then I don’t know the time do I? It could be 3 O’clock in the morning for all I know.

“Morning, Jordan, last night was great,”

 “Indeed it was, but I’ve got to go now I was only collecting something,”

Wait, that’s not Zan’s voice...it was another woman’s voice and a deeper voice, obviously a man’s.

“Okay, so three more months until we turn the machines off for Haley Samuels...”

What is she going on about? Who even is she? I feel like I’ve gone right back to wear I started. This isn’t good.

“Oh no, actually 5 months at most,”

3 months until what? 5 months until what?

“Hello Haley, oh! Morning...Georgina, how’s she looking,”

Zan! That was her voice; she’s talking to someone called Georgina apparently.

“There has been no drastic change, what’s your name sorry?”

“I’m Zan, her social worker,”

“I see, is this the one who...”