It never goes right.

Chapter 15.

After a few months of talking me and my dad went back to normal, kind of. I used to go see him once or twice a week and we would spend time talking and getting to know each other again.

I felt my life was finally going somewhere and I was happy with the way things were going.

I turned up to my dads one day and he told me he had some bad news.

"Now I don't want you to be too upset but Harry passed away last night. I'm sorry you have to hear it from me but your nan said she didnt want to tell you".

I was shocked that my nan didn't want to tell me. I adored my grandad, although he was only related by marriage he meant a lot to me. He was always there to welcome me with open arms and treat me as I was one of his own, he was there when my dad wasn't and helped raise me. I felt like my whole world had come crashing down.

I left my dads house and phoned my nan asking if I could see her this weekend.

Saturday morning came and she arrived to pick me up.

"What do you want to to do this weekend? Shall we go stay in the caravan" I knew she was avoiding taking me back to the flat as Harry wasn't there.

"I want to go see grandad, I haven't seen him in ages". I smiled wondering if she would tell me the truth.

She parked the car on the side of the road and turned to face me.

"Darling, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but your grandad passed away a few nights ago. He was incredibly sick and his lungs had collapsed. I wanted to tell you but I just didn't have the heart, I knew your dad would find the right words".

I cried and got angry "you did the exact same thing when we thought my dad died. Why do you do things like this to me? I loved him so much and now he's gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye!!" I got out the car and slammed the door shut. I started to walk, not knowing where I was going but I didn't care.

Just when I thought things were getting better, everything I loved slowly seemed to be slipping away from me.

Everything started to go blurry and I went dizzy. I lost my balance and felt myself tumbling to the floor. Everything around me slowed down and my pulsating heart beat became increasingly noticeable. My breathing got heavier and slower and I could just make out a crowd of people rushing towards me through my blurred vision.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed.

"Not this place again" I thought to myself.

My mum came bounding through the door asking what happened.

"She suffered from a panic attack and passed out in the street. An elderly man rang for the ambulance while some others tried to control her breathing. She's perfectly fine now but needs some rest, try not to over excite her". The nurse smiled and left me and my mum alone.

"Mum. He's dead. Harry. He's gone and she didn't even let me say goodbye. I never got one last hug" my eyes filled with tears.

"Calm down Laura please, I'm so sorry" my mum kissed me on the forehead.

I felt so drained and breathless. It felt like my whole life was one big joke. I was only 16 and already experienced so much traumatic stress.