The crash

road to recovery

Roxanna’s pov

The next two weeks we didn’t go to school Elektra wouldn’t cope. She was fine at home but once we left and passed her house she would break down. She hasn’t really spoken much. At night its horrible she cries her self to sleep. 2 months until we go see one direction and one week until the funeral.

One week later

Elektras pov

Today is the day of the funeral every one is in blue it was mums favourite colour. We were just talking “you girlies ready” I began to shake “Rox I-I cant do this I-I can’t say goodbye. I’m not ready” I ran off upstairs and hid in the attic I started to cry I wasn’t ready to say goodbye they shouldn’t have died this was all my fault. I shouldn’t have forced them to have the weekend away if I had just listened when they had said no the first time this wouldn’t have happened. They would still be alive loud sobs escaped my mouth and I placed my hand there so that nobody would hear them.

 It had been about ten minutes and Rox came up “hey come here” I stood up and walked over to her she puled me in to a massive hug and I sobbed into her chest my knees became weak and everything started to spin I couldn’t breathe “Rox” my knees buckled “MUM HELP US!!!” she yelled her mum came rushing up “what happened” “I don’t know she was crying and then she fell and started gasping for air.” “Elektra honey I need you to calm down and breathe take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth.” I calmed down and started breathing normally “what happened mum” I was so scared it was a whisper. Shit I just called her mum. “I’m sorry for calling you mum,” “sweetie its fine if you want to call me mum then you can and you had a panic attack” I smiled everything would be okay “okay mum I love you” we got up and went down stairs as the car pulled up.

The funeral was a blur and I cried a lot we got home and it was late, I was exhausted I went straight to my room and got changed and went to bed.