“There you are Cass” my mother flew up, her eyes visibly lighter, a small smile etched on her features.
I nodded, and proceeded to sit down on the plastic chair, I winced as it squeaked against the floor, a sound I’d always hated.
“She’s doing better, she’s just resting at the moment”
I felt of pang of guilt, having forgotten about Mariam. I nodded and attempted to smile.
“We can see her soon” my mother looked giddy, the relief evident “I’m just so happy”
I forced a laugh “It’s okay mum, why don’t you get something to eat, you must be starving”
She nodded reluctantly “I just don’t want to leave”
I waved her off “Go, she won’t wake up for a while anyway”
“Okay” she smiled at me “Thank you Cass” I watched her wonder off, focusing my attention back to PJ. I barely knew him, yet I felt so sad, so empty at the thought of losing him.
“Mrs Bennett?” I looked up, to see a fairly young man dressed in a white cloak. I assumed he was the doctor.
“I’m not Mrs Bennett; my mother’s just gone for dinner”
He nodded “Well your sister’s up, nothing major just a few bruises and a broken wrist, no signs of a concussion”
“Can I see her?”
“Of course” he pointed down the corridor “Third room on the right” I followed his direction and pushed the door open. Mariam was propped up on the bed, staring at the TV, but undoublty not taking in anything they were saying. She turned as she acknowledged me, and smiled.
“Cass” I rushed into her arms, and she giggled, wrapping her arms around me.
“I’m so sorry” I babbled “I shouldn’t have chased you…”
She shrugged “I shouldn’t have ran into the road”
We sat in silence, studying each other.
“You know don’t you?” she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
I shook my head “No, I just don’t understand”
She let out a shaky breath, using the back of her hand to swipe her eyes “I don’t know either”
“Well you could always just explain” I prompted
She scoffed “Explain what? That I might be a mother at 16?”
“But you don’t know that”
“All the symptoms are there Cass” she blinked, and tears fell down her face “I’m just so scared”
I gripped her hand “I’ll be there”
She attempted a smile, but it faltered almost immediately “What about Oxford? I can’t go if I’m going to be a parent and part of some teenage pregnancy statistic”
I laughed “Always going to be my brainy box”
She sighed, leaning back in the pillow “Mum’s going to kill me”
“So come on, who is the lucky boy who got a night with my sister?” I waggled my eyebrow, attempting to make light of the situation.
She avoided my eye “No one”
I raised my eyebrow “It takes two to tango Mariam”
“Fine” she sighed “Remember that project I had with Jackson Hull? I went round his to work on it, but we just…we ended up…”
“Alright, spare me the details” I grimaced “But Jackson Hull?” Jackson was sought after, with his brown eyes and fluffy hair, he was the dictionary definition of handsome.
She nodded “It was amazing”
I covered my ears “Stop!”
She laughed “Only because you don’t have a love life”
I shrugged “Or so you think” we giggled, and my mum walked in a smile on her face.
“I’m so glad you’re okay” she gushed, pulling Mariam into a bone crushing hug.
She squirmed “Mum!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” I laughed, and smiled at the scene before me. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.
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Letters To Cassidy
TienerfictieWhen April Morton commits suicide, the entire school is stunned. Most especially Cassidy. Cassidy finds a box filled with letters, addressed to her from April. April attempts to share her pain, she attempts to explain why she did it. Why she took he...
