the broken hearted girl

chapter one - the past.

3 years ago..

"Alysha carry this for me, I don't feel so good." mum told me,

I hope she'll be okay, I guess I better carry this heavy box in for her especially if shes not feeling good.

"oh whats wrong?" I frowned,

"i don't know. I've never felt like this before." she claimed whilst holding her stomach.

"okay i'll be back in a minute." I smiled,

I carried the box in for mum, and placed it on the living room floor.

I walked outside the house to see, mum slumped down on the ground,

"dad!" I shouted,

"give me a minute Alysha i'm just sorting-" he began,

it doesn't matter if he's sorting something out! I think this is way more important.

"- It's important!" I hissed.

"what is it what a fourteen year old girl can't sort out herself?" dad walked in then he paused.

"oh no! alysha get my cell now we need an ambulence!" dad ordered.

I ran in and got dads cell off the table, then leaped to pass him it.

Dad was on the phone to the ambulance, the one thing i wanted more than anything is for it all to be fine.

But you dont get what you want, well i dont..

The whole car journey to the hospital was nothing but dead silence, the atmosphere was awful.

Dad just drove looking straight ahead on the road, he didnt once move his eyes from that spot.

I wanted to break the awkwardness, but somehow i couldnt find the the right words, the truth is i had no clue what to say, and i didn't want to say the wrong thing or point out the obvious because it'd just make the atmosphere worse.

This was gonna be a long journey.

I unzipped my rucsac, and plugged my earphones into my mobile phone.

I put: 2pac - changes on, thats my favourite song of all time, then when that song finished playing, I just let my phone play through random songs which I hadn't listened to in ages

Then we finally arrived at the hospital,

"Alysha we're here." dad mumbled, he sounded rough, upset and broken i almost felt sorry for him.

We went to the reception and dad founded out which room she was in.

I peeped into the window of her room, the woman laid in there looked nothing like my mum.

She looked pale, weak and ill, really ill.

Is she gonna recover? is she gonna die?

"Doctor. whats going on? Is she gonna be okay?" dad asked him,

"Shes ill. very ill. im surprised none of you noticed. if we caught it sooner we might of been able to do-" the doctor explained.

"- so shes gonna die? isnt there anything you can do? you're a doctor for goodness sake, what use are you. You're supposed to save people!" dad hissed.

"I understand your distressed sir, but at the moment all we can do is wait and see if her condition changes, then it'll be decided whether the treatment is worth giving to her." the doctor told us.

"Understand? you have no clue distressed doesnt even define it! why cant you just give her treatment now?! of course its worth giving to her! whats even wrong with her?" dad questioned the doctor.

"She has cancer. its already spreaded to some vital organs, and we can't give her treatment now, because she might not ever regain consciousness then we'll have to switch the life machine support off." the doctor replied.

"Switch it off? so basically shes going to die and theres nothing no one can do?" Dad shouted.

"Sir please calm down. this is an emergency treatment ward," the doctor told him.

"Answer my question." dad ordered.

"Ok. its not likely theres anything we can do, unless miraculously her condition changes which is highly unlikely." The doctor explained.

My mums gonna die, and no one can do anything to prevent it.

Then loads of doctors rushed in to the room which my mum was being captive in.

This was bad, really bad.

we sat in the waiting room for fifteen minutes, it was complete silence litterly.

Then two doctors came into the waiting room, somethings happened, i could tell by their facial expressions.

"We're really sorry, but she's gone. there was nothing we could do. it was too late." the doctor explained.

Too late? im now without a mum, and the fact it being 'too late' doesn't justify it!

2 weeks later - the funeral..

Not many people were in the church for the funeral..

My mum wasnt a very popular person, but i miss her, alot.

The funeral service lasted for an hour, then we were going to bury her next to my grandad.

My dad, and my uncle carried the coffin to the graveyard, and placed it into a hole.

"Now its time to say goodbye." the priest told us.

I placed a white rose on her coffin, and whispered,

"Mum this is goodbye for now, but i hope one day, ill see you again." then i kissed my finger and placed it onto the coffin.

Then i threw a handful of dirt onto her coffin..

Within minutes the hole was full up and mums coffin was underground now.

When i got home, i looked at myself in the mirror and i asked myself 'why? its so unfair.'

Then dad came marching in,

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed,

Hes drunk i can smell it on his breath.

"What'd you mean?"

"Your mums just died and you havent even cried!" he shouted,

"Because i don't cry publicly."

"You're a selfish cow." he roared,

"Ok." i tried to avoid an argument.

"Not its not fucking okay! its your fault shes gone she always put you first, before herself, now shes gone its your fault. all of it! and your gonna pay." he growled, whilst hitting me around the face.

And thats how it all started.

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Chapter one. sorry its a bit rubbish, im not good at english/literacy.

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