Tortured Within

Chapter 6

It had been a few weeks since the incident at my house. Nothing but the normal had happened. I was sat in my art class which I loved. I loved the fact that I could draw and paint and nobody could tell me that what I was doing was wrong. Other than writing, drawing was something that also helped to calm me. The only bad part of art, was the fact I was in a class with all four of them. Tony, Mike, Jaime and Vic all in the same room as me so these classes didn't always run as smooth as I wished they would. “Excuse me miss” the school secretary asked, popping her head through the door. “Can I please just borrow Victoria Evans for a minute? It's urgent” she she said giving me a sympathetic smile. Miss Claire nodded her head and smiled at me as I arose from my seat and walked towards the door. I looked around the room and surely enough, everybody was staring at me. I looked over to the boys and watched as they mouthed horrible names to me. I brushed it off and carried on to the door. As I reached the handle, I felt something hit me at the back of the head. I put my hand to where the impact had hit and surely enough, my hand pulled back a stringy, sticky swab of PVA glue. The whole class erupted with laughter and I turned around to see the four boys high fiving each other. Vic turned around, chewing the bottom of his pen and gave a smug smile and a wink through his pleasured laughter. I took a breath and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind me. “Hello love, I know what I'm about to tell you will be hard but just know, you're not alone in this. You can come, speak to me any time or any of your other teachers too okay?” the secretary asked gripping onto my hands and looking deep into my eyes. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “The school has just received a phone-call from the hospital. It's your mother dear. She, well... she has been diagnosed with kidney failure and has up to six weeks left to live. I'm so sorry my love” she told me, enveloping me into a hug. I didn't know how to feel. My mother was dying. I would be left all alone. “I know it's going to be hard but you're a strong girl and you'll make it through this I promise” she swore to me, rubbing my back supportively. I didn't cry, I didn't scream, I didn't do anything. I just froze. It was as though I was watching my whole world crumble before my very eyes. “You better get back to class now yeah? If you need anything, anything at all, I am here” she told me with a smile, before retreating back to her office. I remained still for another few minutes. I was completely in awe. Was she being serious? I doubt she would lie about something like that. Why did my mum not tell me she was feeling even the slightest bit ill? What's going to happen when she dies? All of these questions pondered in my brain, making everything start to spin. My mum was dying. I felt my breath hitch in my throat and a pain shoot through my chest. I felt tears begin to run from my eyes and my vision started to blur. I lent myself onto the wall beside me, my cheeks begining to get wetter and wetter as the tears continued to pour. My breath was stuck in my throat for what seemed like a lifetime and I could no longer breath. I was praying that all of this was a sick sick nightmare and I was going to wake up and I would be at home again with my mum. The last thing I remember was falling to my knees, my vision going black and an all too familiar voice scream my name.