Hey, this is my first book on Wattpad.
This book is dedicated to my friends: Shanae, Latisha, Maddi and Kaisey, they encouraged me and motivated me throughout this book
"How was school today?" Dad asked as we drove across the busy highway on the way home from school.
"It was great thanks dad." I replied with a smile.
Dad was seated in the drivers seat and I was seated in the passengers seat.
My name is Emily Showater, I am 12 years of age and live with my mum and dad in a large farm. out in the middle of nowhere. My mums name is Kim and my dads name is Steven.
"Did you learn anything?" Dad asked jokingly as he let off a small laugh.
"Just the usual, nothing interesting." I say playfully.
I turn my attention to the scenery outside of the window. It was a cold winters day complete with thick, dark clouds. The strong, cool wind blew between the grey, dead trees with an eerie affect.
Just then, in that split moment, everything was perfect... If only it could have stayed that way.
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My eyes widened as I see something terrible through the window... Something truly frightening... Death.
"DAD!" I scream pointing through my dads window in shock.
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I was awaken by my alarm clock? No, I don't have an alarm clock.
My head ached in pain and my arm felt like it had been ran over by a tractor. I try desperately to open my eyes but they remain glued shut. Finally I open my eyes, the room is filled with light. I squint my eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
I look around trying to recognise where I am. I am connected to a huge machine sitting next to me, the machine will not stop beeping, that's what woke me up I guess. I am surrounded by machines of all sorts. I look up to my right to find a shelf full of flowers, teddies and get-well-soon cards. I am lying on a white bed of some sort. I then realise exactly where I am.. I'm in a hospital.
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There are footsteps coming from outside the door. I hold my breath as the door handle turns slowly, wondering who it might be.
A tall, dark haired, skinny lady approached from the door, closing the door behind her. She came up and sat on the end of the hospital bed smiling kindly at me.
"Hello Emily, my name is Dr Sheer." She said with a smile.
"Wh, where's my dad?!" I blurted out, still very confused.
"Oh..." Dr Sheer said as she looked down at the floor.
"Where is he?!" I I demanded.
"Your father has passed away shortl-" Dr Sheer tried to finish but I interrupted.
"WHAT?? IT'S NOT TRUE!" I shrieked.
Dr Sheer then pulled out a piece of paper from the folder she was carrying.
"Read this, Emily." Dr Sheer insisted as she handed me the slip of paper, her expressions were sad.
I took the piece of paper, and looked at her unsure. She gave me a little nod. I found it hard to read it because my hands were shaking too rapidly. At the top of the page it said in ,bold letters 'Death Certificate' a short while down the page, it displayed my fathers name, date of birth, date of death and some other details about my father. I dropped the paper to the floor as tears poured from my eyes, realising it was true...my father was dead.
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After I calmed down, Dr Sheer explained everything properly to me.
My father and I were in a car accident, the car hit the drivers side of the car and killed dad instantly, no pain, which is better. I had broken my arm in the accident and a few cuts and bruises, their were cuts all over my face from the shattered windshield.
Why my father? Why couldn't it be me that died? I mean, don't get me wrong, I am very lucky to still he alive... But my father did NOT deserve to die.
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My mum came to pick me up from the hospital later on that day, it didn't feel right without my father at home anymore, I have to get used to it.
The day that my father died, somewhere deep inside, my mother did too.
I walk into the lounge room to find mum ripping up all of the pictures of dad.
"MUM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I yelled at her.
"I'm getting rid of old memories." Mum said in a calm tone.
"STOP!" I yell at her trying to yank her away from the photographs.
"THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE!" She yelled back at me.
She then shoved me to the ground and started chocking me. I try to fight back, but I am too weak for her. Just before I loose consciousness she stops, with a worried look on her face.
"*gasp* what have I done?!? I am so sorry!!" She says with a shocked look on her face.
She gets up and walks toward the door, then stops in the doorway. Before saying something that gave me goosebumps.
"No actually, I'm not sorry, you deserved it." She says, then walks out laughing to herself.
I am shacking unconditionally as tears basically flood my face. I was so confused and scared from what my mother had just done and said.
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I sit in the corner of my room watching and listening to my mother smashing all the picture frames and decorations that sit on my desplay cabnet. Too scared to get up and try to stop her, I just sit their crying and whimpering like a little baby, perhaps I was in shock.
Mum just kept on smashing and tearing all of my belongings, screaming at me that I'm useless, ugly, hopeless, worthless.
When their was nothing left for her to destroy she turned to me, her face twisted with hatred. As she stalked toward me, I try to shuffle back but my back is now flat against the wall. She pulls me up by the cast on my broken arm, leaving a hard jolt to my sholder. Her large, skinny hand flies accross my face as I wince in pain. She punches me in my stomach, making me double over in pain. She then pulls me down by my hair, pulling me to the ground, she kicks my sides as I curl over screaming with pain and fright. She then walks towards the door and turns back to me.
"We have visitors this afternoon, and you are NOT allowed to step foot out of your room or make a sound because you'll scare them away with your ugliness, got it?" She bellowed in a harsh tone.
I nodded weakly as she walk out of my room locking the door behind her.
I sat their crying and thinking to myself, how did my life get like this? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
For the past 3 days my mother has just been beating me over and over again, saying that I should justw die because I am a waste of space... And for the first time I actually believed it.
Just then I heard a car pull up in the driveway....
Hey guys, I hope you like it... More coming later xxxx
