What If.

Could it get any worse

"Mommm we are home !" Kirsty screamed setting her bag down on the bench where we put our shoes in the front Room.she took out her lunchbox and homework and waited to see my mom
" hey sweeties, how was your day?"my mother asked us.
"Good guess what" my 6 year old sister yelled running to the kitchen
I ignored them,unpacked my snacks and ran up to my room to do my homework, my room was my favourite place to be. On one of the light purple walls there was a big window that opened up and led to a part of the roof I always go on with my bed I front of it and the other wall had shelfs and a dresser.It was another crappy day, as usual I got bullied, told I was fat, worthless, a looser, the usual. I hate school. Today my teacher yelled at me for asking to go to the washroom. My ninth grade teachers hate me for some reason. I don't know why, I'm always nice, I'm the good kid, I work hard, but apparently I'm a bad kid.
"dinner is ready Emmy !" My mother yelled from the kitchen
I came downstairs into the kitchen and like usual my sister was blabbing her mouth off about how she was today's star of the day and she got to sit on the star chair.
"Emily! Eat your food and don't play with it." My mom scolded
"Ya Emmy don't play with your food" Kirsty repeated bossily trying to act smart or like mom. She was a pain in the ass most of the time.
"Be quiet Kirsty mom told me I know..." I rolled my eyes and her and looked over to my mom making a face at me signalling to stop.
"So how was your day Em?" My mother asked wiping Kirsty's face covered in spaghetti Sauce with a mill must ache.
I sat there for a second debating if I should reply, but if I didn't I'd get yelled at for no good reason.
"It was ... Great ... Mom." I lied trying my best to sound perky.
" now um... I have some ... Homework to finish... May I be excused?" I asked getting up and putting my glass and plate on the counter.
"Sure Hun... " she replied.
I ran up the stairs into my room and opened up the window that led to the roof. My mother didint know I still went up here. Me and my dad used to come up here all the time and talk. Sometimes we slept up there and made mom worry. We laughed up there, we did everything up there and ever since my father passed away from the car accident my mom thought I stopped coming up here cause It was to hard to without being reminded of him. But she is wrong I come up here. And
Think about my dad, it makes me happy and gives me hope. I think about random things. It's an escape for me.
I say up there for a few hours thinking and debating wether I should jump off the roof or not, until my mom can into my room crying.
"Mom I'm here on the roof." I told her knowing she would ask were I was.
"Hey Hun I um have some bad news" she said wiping her tears. Great this day is about to get worse.
"What?" I said very nervous to hear the news.
" your fathers brother ...uncle Scott .... Well we got the call that he was just rushed to the hospital. He had a heart attack." She said. Her makeup was running and she was a mess. My uncle Scott helped her a lot, and was at my house often. I was not believing what I just heard. Uncle Scott is my best friend at the moment, he is like a second father, he is the reason I'm still here.
" Is he going to be okay" I said hugging her tightly letting the tears fall down my face making my mascara run.
"I don't know Hun" she said "I don't know"
We sat on the roof for hours and finally we I feel asleep

The next morning I woke happy that it was Saturday. I ran downstairs and walked to kitchen and grabbed the bowl of cereal my mom put out on the table for me.
"Good morning mom." I said happily. Witch is surprising because I haven't been happy for a long time.
"Mom?" I she wasn't in the dining room were she always is in the morning.
"Yep .... O-okay thanks for the... Ya... Okay thanks." My mom finished saying over the phone
I ran to the patio out back to see my mom crying.
"Mom what's wrong what happened?"
I asked. I had an idea of what was happening I just didint want to believe it.
"I just received a call from the hospital. Uncle Scott has passed away." She said starting to cry even more. I thought life might be getting better but I was wrong. It got worse. I ran up to my room and cried for a few hours. By the time I stopped it was time for lunch so I went downstairs still crying and made myself a salad.