Rollercoaster

Part 3

When I realised Shawn had become close to Alyssa, as only friends I hoped, it hurt to see that I may lose another friend. I had decided enough was enough. I stormed over to Shawn's house and shouted in his face that I never wanted to see him again. And guess what, I befriended the knives again. Those past 3 months with him were magical, I didn't have to worry about anything but I guess it is back to the old days. A few weeks had past and I never left my room - I never wanted to see or speak to anyone ever again. Everyone is ignorant and rude. What is the point of humanity when everyone is a back stabbing cow? Even those I trust always turn away. I know Shawn has been thinking about me from the constant attempts to call and knock, but he has Alyssa now, he doesn't need me. I mean there is not a kinder person than Alyssa is there? I don't hate anyone, I just strongly dislike them, but Alyssa, oh Alyssa, yeah I hate her. She killed my only loyal friend.

Suddenly I heard a thump coming from the bathroom and heavy breathing. Scared, I locked my door hoping it would protect me, clearly not because my door wasn't shut properly for it to lock. Shawn walked through the door with tears down his face. He ran to hug me like he missed me, yeah right. Mumbling he explained to me that he finally understands why I hate him. Alyssa told him everything. Except it was a twisted story, of course. Yeah I just did attack her first, I just was the drunk one. Ugh she makes me so angry. I tried to tell him the truth but he wasn't listening. So as calmly as I could I asked what was wrong. He said the hospital rung as they presumed that I was with him and said that it is urgent for me to go there. Without speaking for half the journey, Shawn drove me to that dreadful place to find out what is happening. But I realised he never told me why he was so upset. So I asked again, he mumbles something about nearly losing something.

As we arrived at the hospital I got rushed to my mum to see her. Apparently she had gotten worse. So I sat down and held her hand hoping it would do something. I was such a terrible daughter, I never helped her even though I was all she had left. I wish we could start again. Maybe if I was better behaved my dad wouldn't have left, then Isabelle wouldn't have been driving to be killed, my mum wouldn't have been stressed to get her in this state. I rest my head on her chest and tell her how sorry I was for not being the daughter she wanted. She whispered back to me that she loved me no matter what and she would have got ill anyways, basically every attempt to make me feel less like a failure. 6 minutes and 27 seconds later, her heart rate becomes slower, the nurses rush in to try and save her. I stand back staring, hoping this is a dream. A hand rests on my shoulder and I hear someone saying that she wasn't strong enough. I scream so loud and try to run to her but I feel Shawn grab me to restrain me from it.