And I died. {COMPLETED}

Anticipation

The door slam behind me, a signal I had come home from school. My life had been tough; my dad left when I was young then my sister died of cancer a few months later. I guess he had that effect on us, we never realised until he was gone. Until it was too late. His leaving really did have an effect on me. I had never spoken in my life. I'm a mute. But when he left I was adamant about speaking, I swore I wouldn't let his leaving be the reason for my speaking. My sister and I were close; she always knew what I was thinking. She was my mouth. I looked up to her and hoped one day we would live a life together, maybe I would be talking. The cancer was there before he left, but I feel, I know him leaving worsened it. He killed his own daughter. Sometimes the worst evil is the unintentional kind.

I walk deeper into the house looking in the kitchen where my mum normally is when I get home from school. I love my mum; she always looks out for me, especially after the death of my sister. I never say her name; she's always just my sister. My mum is the most beautiful person in the world; she has a pale complexion, almost like a sheet of paper and she has the most vivid green eyes that stare right through you, in a comforting way like she's figuring you out.

When I walk into the kitchen she greets me with her familiar welcoming smile, like we're only meeting for the first time. She asks how my day was; I give her my usual thumbs up, this time with a wide smile to show my excitement. Today we're going to see Ariana Grande my favourite music artist. Music is how I talk, I can play most instruments and every time I play you can see right into my brain; what I'm thinking, feeling and wishing for.

I run upstairs to change into my outfit I had planned for today; a black pair of jeans with a stripy t-shirt and cat ears. I put my hair into Ariana Grande's signature ponytail and run downstairs ready to leave.