CHAPTER 4
amanda
I can hear a voice. Faint as it is, it's soothing.
sam
She's still in a coma. I talk to her when we're alone. I hope she lives. We won't cope if she doesn't.
elle
I should feel bad but I don't. I feel actually quite pleased with myself if I'm honest.
ryan
Split knuckles and mild scratches. She didn't fight much did she?
amanda
10 years ago
Someone's Always knocking. Tom entered looking pumped, sweaty and hot.He lurched towards me, cuddling and murmuring hellos. Should a 15 year old be doing such to a the twelve year old sister of his girlfriend?
I shyed away from him, blushing like a fat fool to the shade of my hair. He grinned at the result of his affection and stroked the ginger locks. His lips came down on mine gently but firm as I stuttered to make conversation.
sam
Amanda's convulsing. Oh God. Don't let this be the end.
amanda
10 years ago
It hurt. Lot excrutiatingly, but it was sore and uncomfortable. I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to stop so I let him do whatever he wanted.
We only stopped because Ryan burst in. He was never one for knocking. He blinked at our bare bodies and left as quickly as he entered.
Tom wanted to continue but Ryan seeing killed my mood.
sam
She's deteriorating fast. Her beat is to the max and excelerating as time passes. Please don't die.
amanda
10 years ago
Ryan wouldn't speak to me. Saw me as a traitor, the opponent to be destroyed. He frowned excessively around me, and on that rare occasion that courage sought me out and I spoke to him, his frown lines deepened. Knowing he would clock me one if I dared try again I learned to be a mouse around him.
