Invisible

Marie - 11

We were sitting in the ambulance. Us three - me, my mum and Alex. Alex had realised something had gone wrong. He was starting to quiver,

"What is happening? Why are police going into our home? Was there a robber?"

Maybe there was a robber. A robber of life.

Woah that was dramatic. But what if...

Someone was screaming my name, shaking me out of my trance. I shot up my head, surprisingly, not getting whiplash. A girl, dressed in a lavender hoodie and baggy jeans was running over to us. Her long strawberry-blonde hair bounced on her shoulders.

It was my best friend - Carlotta Alice Berman. She is amazing. She makes me smile. I love her, truly.

She ran over to us. As she started to slow down, she gasped for air as if she was drowning and just managed to exit the water. Droplets of water were losing grasp of my eyelids and started falling. Lotta was witnessing me cry, not many people have seen me cry before, at least not like this. I couldn't help it, I grinned and leaped out of the ambulance and opened my arms wide.

I closed my eyes, waiting to feel the material of her clothes touch my bare arms. I did. Her arms were wrapped around me, likewise for my arms. My eyes were shut, just like my thoughts. I shut everything out except Carlotta.

The moment came to a halt when I heard my mum say something. Honestly, I was just a blur, but in my ears, if you understand.

Whatever the question was, Carlotta answered it,

"I just wanted to see what was going on. What is going on?"

Of course she wanted to know. She was worried.

I explained. I poured my heart out. Crying, angry, I shared the past happenings. Why was all this horrible stuff happening all of the sudden? I was just a normal kid, now this. Now my dad could be dying. Now my home has been wrecked. Now my best friend is having to add me to her mental list of worries. Going over everything actually made me wonder why this was all happening. Why did this person want us? Why did he hurt dad? Why a whole month later than the first incident? The questions hit me as quickly as an avalanche hits a village. And just like an avalanche, they were hard to get rid of.

I explained everything that had happened. All of the recent events. That thing and the damage he or she had inflicted on me and my family. The knife impaling my dad, shards of glass scattered around the place. The screams, the shouts, the crying. I kept it short, and didn't get too into my feelings and emotions because my mum was sitting right by me with a blanket clutched in her hands. That would be embarrassing - just opening the gate to my mess of feelings. I don't get how people do that, like, talk about how they feel. It's awkward honestly.

As the seconds passed, Carlotta's chestnut eyes widened. At certain parts she was shocked then sad then confused. I guess like me. Unexpectedly, my mum blurted out the sentence I had been longing to hear.

We were finally going to see my dad.

Even though I might not have shown it, happiness was bouncing around my tummy as if it was jumping up and down on a trampoline. It was like that feeling you get when you've done well in a test or done something to make someone you love proud, except it was far more amazing. I don't know how to explain it. It's a sort of happiness that can't really be written down on a page.

"Carlotta you're welcome to come, but does your mum know?" my mum asked Lotta.

Woah, maybe she had run away. Honestly, I would've never thought Lotta would do anything like that.