Part 7

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Im home. Charlie races to me. I threw my bag on the entry table and picked charlie up.

"Hello my boy!" He licked my face, I lifted my face up. Im in no mood for kisses.

"im home mum!" No reply. She should be home. "MUM!" I walk into the lounge room... Shes lying on the couch, hand over heart and her sleeping pills on the table...cap off. I sighed, I pulled a blanket from the closet and layed it out on her... Shes so... Still. I put the cap on the sleeping pills and but it in the kitchen, poured a glass of water and left it on the table. There. Mums sorted. I grab my bag and run to my room. With another sigh, opened up my computer and googled my assignment: "Life after Death;iceman"...

•¤•7pm•¤•

I store down at mum... Still in same position as before... Her skin was really cold, I added more blankets. Mum... Wake up. I pourd some of the water on her face. No movement.

"Mum?" No response...

"Mum this isnt funny..."

For the first time I noticed something....

"Fuck!" I ran to the phone and dialed 000.

"Hello, please hold"

"No! I cant! MY MUM ISNT BREATHING!"

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