So, we are now on the plane on our way to Australia. We managed to get Lucy on the plane but she has got a face like a slapped ass at the moment. Just in case you're confused, I am 16 and my sister is 17. I understand it is hard for her because she just settled in and made friends but her friends were not really good. They got her into drugs which I hated. I was hoping this was going to be a good change. Turns out, we are going to be living in Australia. This is actually amazing for me! No more bumping into the bullies. On the last day of being in London I chucked my phone into the lake and deactivated all of my social media accounts, a fresh start.
"Please can everyone put on their seatbelts as we are about to be landing" The flight attendant asked. I am so excited! I can't even explain how excited I am.
"DAD!" I screamed as I ran up to Mark throwing my arms around his stomach, I haven't seen my step-dad in so long! Mum managed to get me off of Mark so they can have their time, it was actually so cute seeing them being reunited, they were so in love with each other. Lucy just awkwardly stood there looking around. I could tell she was actually excited about this, I can read her like a book.
After exiting the airport, we got into Marks car. I looked out the window admiring the view as mum and dad had a catch up. Mark is doing so well; he's got an amazing job with very good pay. He even managed to buy us a house so we can all live together. I look in the corner of my eye to see Lucy with a slight smile on her face. I really do hope she doesn't do drugs down here, they ruined her and ruined us. We use to be so close but now we never speak. She started when I first went into hospital so I can't help but blame myself.
We pull up to a big house in Melbourne. I jump out of the car and run into the house. This is our new house, it's the beginning of a fresh start for us. Me and Lucy barged past each other as we both wanted the best room but obviously only one of us can have that pride. I obviously got the better room and I'm glad this has an en-suite as well. My old house did and that was my escape room, if I'm honest. Lucy and I actually had a laugh but I'm guessing that would be the last for a while. I place down my luggage and walk over to the window. The weather was amazing, not like the ugly British weather. I hear a knock at the door which snaps me back to reality, I turn my head and shout come in.
"Erm, Katie... Can we, er, can we talk please?" Lucy trembled while playing with her hands and hair. I nod my head and pat the empty space next to me on my bed telling how she can sit next to me. "I don't know how to say this. Katie I am so sorry for everything I have done". She began to cry and fell onto the bed, I hugged her tightly and ran my fingers through her hair. I know things were getting hard for her, she had so many problems to face. She had to watch her little sister struggle daily.
"I know, Lucy, we are sisters, we are supposed to argue! Don't be so hard on yourself." I whispered. It fell silent for a moment and no movement was made. I felt something drag across my wrist. I look down to see Lucy pull up my sleeve. "LUCY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I shout as I try to snatch my arm away from her but fail as she had a good grip on me.
"Katie why do you do this to yourself?" she questioned as she scanned my arm for a good 30 seconds, I felt so uncomfortable. I hate people seeing my scars, but the one on my wrist was a fresh new one. "You tried ending it didn't you? You tried leaving me. Katie why would you do this to me. You put me through so much stress and hassle when you went into hospital, you don't understand."
"No Lucy. No I didn't. You didn't and you don't care. If you did you would have stayed with me instead of going out and getting high or drunk. You could have stopped me. I got bullied for a year straight and you didn't do anything about it because you didn't want your ego to be ruined. You do not care." I had to get my point across, I know it wasn't the nicest thing for someone to hear. Truth hurts ay? I grab my iPod and earphones and head downstairs. I chuck on my all white Jordan's and slammed the front door behind me. I put on my favourite song that always calmed me, 'Everything will be OK - G-Eazy'.
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FanfictionKatie hasn't had the best of lives. She struggles with depression and anxiety and her sister doesn't help. Her family decide to pack up and move to Australia to hope for a better future. Tragedy after tragedy, will she cope?
