"Wait here." I exclaimed. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. Everything else was a blur. The sound of my heart race seemed to echo loudly in my ears. I began running into the house, I needed to speak to her before Evie came in.
I just wish I knew then that Evie was the least of my troubles.
"Mum" I yelled, as I unlocked the front door. "The social worker is outside, remember what I said last night?."
No reply.
"Mum are you ok?" Shaking the bad feeling off, I stepped in the front door to see mum on the floor. "What are you doing?" She was slouching on the kitchen floor, rocking back and forth, covered in her own sick. The red bits of blood stuck out like a sore thumb. She was drip white. Her eyes told a tale of unbelievable sadness. Looking back, I wish I would've just grabbed her by the arms and cuddled her tight. My mum might've done some bad things, but she still tried for me. I didn't really know what to do. My eyes caught sight of 2 wine bottles on the counter, a bottle of bourbon whiskey and a big bottle of Smirnoff vodka - all empty, it was clear she'd made an attempt of trying to hide it.
"I've been out for a few hours and you've drank all this what the fuck mum? You've drank too fucking much this time." Mum..
that's when I saw the pill boxes, laying empty, besides her.
I knew she needed to get herself in rehab.. if only she had told me, I would've pushed away my own hurt and concentrated on fixing hers.
I felt my cheeks flush red, the tears began to fall and my fingernails began to crunch against my skin as I clenched both hands into a fist of rage and hurt. "I'm gonna go get Evie, I need to call an ambulance." Her lips glowed an ice cold blue, and her skin - clammy and cold.
I felt for my phone in my pocket and I dialled 999. "Mum you're going to be ok.. you've got to be ok.."
She was rushed into A&E. She managed to regain consciousness for a short period of time, before she fell into a coma.
That was the last conversation I ever had with her.
I was sat in a chair close enough for me to hold her hand. She had a drip in her hand and wires connected to different machines all over her body. Her eyes sunk deep into their sockets. Her lips, still blue. I've never seen someone look so weak.
She took in a breath of air, - "Hankins, I love you always."
"I love you too mum. Always."
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Beatrice Davidson, time of death: 11:30 PM
Cause of death - suicide.
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The life of Hannah.
Novela JuvenilI guess this isn't the best way to start but I tend to give the irrelevant details before the relevant ones. My name is Hannah. If I was to meet you for the first time, perhaps I'd say I was your average 15 year old girl; but I'd be lying not only t...
