Invisible

Marie - 13

Note from writer: lol this is so much longer that the other chapters 

We were in a park. The park had grass that looked more like straw than the lime grass that was normally there since there hadn't been any rain for almost three weeks. I felt the back of my legs feel the heat on the metal slide as I slid down, laughing. I ran back to the climbing wall that led to the slide, but just as I was about to get on, I heard a voice.

"Marie! Come here, have some water!" My dad shouted out from a checked picnic rug under the shade. I picked up my feet and waddled myself over to my mum and dad. I sipped the water, feeling the cool tingling feeling on my lips. I hugged my dad, although I only reached his thighs. I then crouched down to reach my mum. I hugged her tight, until she let out a little sound of pain.

"Becareful, Marie, remember the baby!" she told me.

"Sorry baby," I apologised, rubbing her big round belly. I rolled down the little hill we had put all of our stuff on, back to the park.

It was a memory.

A month before my little brother was born. I think I was five. Yeah, I was five. Every time I blinked I remembered similar memories. I think that is one of my first memories. Honestly, you can't really remember anything before you're five (at least I don't). Every time my eyes shut for that third of a minute I felt happy faces and laughs and just nice times in general fill up my head. But then sometimes it would be bad. Like when I was ten, I had a huge fight with my dad, and being some stupid naive ten yearold actually packed my school bag and ran away. Running away means walking the three minute journey to the corner shop to get a bag of pretzels. I ended up spending fifteen minutes hiding in our garden shed, but it really worried my parents. For some reason I find that memory bad.

After a while, we left the small, stuffy room and sat down next to Carlotta. She looked like she was drifting off to sleep, it must've been late. What was the time? Half past ten? Eleven?

"Are you okay?" I asked as I collapsed onto the seat next to her.

She looked up and replied, "Huh? Yeah, my mum is here and she's just finding her way around."

I felt a mixture of emotions; confused, grateful and a weird feeling of anger. I don't know why I felt angry, I just did. I was confused as to why her mum was here, but now it's plain obvious.

Me and Carlotta just sat still.

I think my dad was in a coma. Nobody was telling me anything about how he was, but when Alex was shouting and touching him, he wasn't waking up. I remembered reading somewhere that the longest coma was like thirty-seven years and people can be in them for years and years. I don't want a sleeping person for a dad! I felt my body heat up with worry. Just as Carlotta stopped talking we heard a loud voice shout out her name.

"Carlotta!" The person called out. Without even looking I knew who it was. I must admit sometimes I wish Carlotta's mum was my mum. She was funny and kind and always had a huge smile that lit up a whole room. She acted as if I were her friend as well. Whilst, my mum preferred people calling her Mrs. Mayers, I could call Carlotta's mum by her first name. She was normal.

She hugged Carlotta, who was still sitting down in the chair, tightly and placed herself into the spot beside us. She had a huge smile plastered across her face that looked sympathetic. Perhaps she had heard? She must've. I had already seen the news earlier.

She looked over at me and said, "Hello Marie, how is everything? Are you alright? Where's your mum? How's your dad?"

"Mum! You can't say that!" Carlotta's face turned a bright shade of red.