Amy, Martin & The Elements Of Winter

2. You Are Never Alone

I was sent home early that day. My brother and father were at home too. I tried not to cry on my way home. Well, to make sure that nothing would happen to me or I wouldn't commit suicide, the headmaster drove me home. I didn't speak a single word to him, except 'Good Bye'. My father hugged me at home, I hugged him too. He had tears in his eyes too. My big brother Samuel cried too. I've never seen them cry before. We all went inside. In the living room we put on the TV to forget about it. Mom was taken to the hospital but unfortunately they didn't manage to help her.

The programmes on the TV made us  just feel sadder. We decided to put the TV off and eat a bit. Father went to the kitchen. I went upstairs into my room. Samuel did the same. I sat down at my table and put on my computer. Maybe my favourite game, Minecraft would make me a little happier. I created a singleplayer world.

First, I built myself a shelter and a crafting table. Then I mined some stone and made myself a furnace and stone pickaxes. I wanted to go and mine some iron ore and melt it. I was already night in Minecraft. I also found a few diamonds. When it was day again, I went outside of my shelter. I needed a bed. Firstly, I needed wood. Then I needed wool. And where do you get wool from? Yes, right, from sheep. And if you don't have shears, you have to kill them!

I didn't want to kill them, it reminded me too much of my mother. So I closed the game and took out a nice book. It was about children, whose mothers were kidnapped. When I read that, I immediately closed it. It reminded me too much again, so I decided to lay down on my bed and think. I was sad. Very sad. Exremely sad. This life didn't treat me fairly. Why did I have to lose my mother, just why? My eyes were filled with tears again. I couldn't do anything  but cry. I guess my Dad and Samuel felt the same.

Suddenly I heard a few knocks on the door. "Come in!" I grumbled. My father entered the room. He put a sandwich on my desk. I thanked him quietly but thought,"I'm not hungry." He went out again. Actually, I was hungry, so I took a bite from my sandwich. It was delicious. I quickly ate it and wanted to think again. Was this just a dream? Or did my mother die for real. I punched the wall with my fist on purpose. It hurt. This was the painful reality. My mother was dead. Those thoughts made me cry again. I burried my face in my pillow and let my tears go.

I heard a few knocks on the door. It was already dark outside. "Hello?" I heard a faint voice. It was my brother. I ignored him. For how long was I crying? For a few seconds? Minutes? Or even hours? Did I sleep? I couldn't remember any dreams. I looked at my watch. It was 10 pm. I've  come home 10 hours ago. Two hours later I started crying here. That meant 8 hours???!!! But they felt so short and painless. I was probably sleeping. "Hello?" I heard again. I ignored it and started to cry again. Samuel opened the door  and came to my bed. He put a hand over my head. "Leave me alone!" I cried into my pillow. He hugged me now and whispered,"Shhhhhh! Don't cry little sis, we're all getting through this!" I stopped crying for a while and looked at him. "I know." "Believe me, life might be hard sometimes, but you're definately never alone!" he whispered again softly. Then I stopped crying and fell asleep.