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You dreamt what?! [Wattys2017]

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I was diagnosed with having vivid dreams when I was six. I remember Michael used to tease me about it, call me silly, all that kind of six year old rubbish. Me and Michael are normal twins, living normal lives, with normal friends. We go to a normal...

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Chapter 10

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by storylife2015

by storylife2015

I stood in the ward for a bit longer before I heard someone shouting of me.

“Marcus!” Charlie yelled, running into the ward. “Marcus, are you okay?”

I shook my head. “I want mum. I want dad.” I started to cry into his chest. “I want my parents.”

“Why don’t we ring them, okay? Tell them you miss them.” I cried even more then. Charlie was took away from me and a nurse spoke to him. “Oh, I see.” He came back to me and gave me a hug.

“Mr Demise.” A nurse called. “With you parents, er, gone, we must ring social services to put an emergency foster care down.”

“No.” Charlie said, putting his arm around me. “Marcus has stayed at mine while his brother was in hospital. I shall like him to stay until we sort something out.” The nurse nodded and Eian took me back to their house.

“Marcus!” Rhys said happily, running down the stairs. “We were all worried after you left a letter.” I forgot it was now morning. “Did you find your parents.

I stood still.

“Marcus!” Rhys shouted. “What’s wrong?”

“Rhys.” Charlie scolded. “They boy’s going through a tough time. He turned to me. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Wait.” Rhys said. “Is Michael-” I didn’t hear anymore because Charlie took Rhys upstairs.

My parents were dead; my brother was in a coma. Life seemed to be getting worse and worse.