The school's heart breaker is my brother...

Mia’s POV:

They say everything heals with time, but time is constantly running out, every second that passes is one we can never get back so what happens when there is no time left, when all the sand in the timer is gone ???

What if I never heal…

What happens then???

This was the first thought that ran through my dazed mind as I woke up, I could hardly remember any of last night and was unsure if that was a good or bad thing.

As I lay in my bed I could hear nothing but the steady beating of my own heart.  I was consumed in my own thoughts for a few seconds when suddenly I heard a loud bang from outside of my room.

Instantly I jumped up from my bed shivering from them sudden gush of cold wind that hit me as I left the warm covers on my bed.

I looked around my room desperately seeking for a weapon to use when I heard a familiar voice cry out.

Sam’s.

I opened the door quickly to find Sam hunched over holding his hand close to his stomach, he was whimpering slightly and as I looked closer I could see a trail of blood on the floor behind him and a couple more blood stains on his shirt.

“What the hell Sam???” I asked my voice slightly rough and husky from the fact I had just woken up.

Sam looked up at me in surprise as if he hadn’t even realised I had been standing in front of him for the last few minutes.

“Just go away Mia,” Sam whispered quietly.

I frowned, Sam seemed so fragile so I didn’t want to push him but his hand was bleeding and I knew I had to help him.

“What happened??” I asked him again, at first I thought he wasn’t going to respond when I noticed him point towards the picture on the wall.  

There on the wall hung a picture of pure happiness, it showed Sam as a young boy sitting upon my dad’s shoulder and me as a baby in my mother’s arms. I suddenly felt sick, all those happy memories were gone.

 Destroyed.

 My father was a pathetic coward who had left years ago when things got tough and now my mum had gone too, except she hadn’t just simply left she had been torn from life.

I knew why Sam had punched the photo, I felt it too the anger and resentment we both felt towards our father and the deepening sadness we felt for the loss of our mother.

I could no longer bear to look at and turned my attention back to Sam.

I took a step closer to Sam and reached down to pick up his hand. Upon closer inspection I could see that he had only a minor cut and I let out a sigh of relief.

Sam and I were walking down the stairs to the kitchen when I heard his unmistakable voice call out.

“Sam man, where are you???” Scott’s deep voice boomed out causing instant shivers down my body.

Sam remained quiet as I we walked into the kitchen where Scott stood his bod arched slightly as he leaned against the kitchen counter. Instead he just held up his bloody hand before collapsing into one of the chairs.

“Mia...” Scott trailed off as he glanced at my outfit. As I was still in my pyjamas all I wore was a pair of black booty shorts and an over sized You Me At Six T-shirt. His eyes roamed hungrily over my body before coming to stop at my eyes, he looked at me with sad confusion before turning away.

I thought back to yesterday when he had tried to kiss me, I shook my head he hadn’t kissed me he had taken advantage over me. Playing with my emotions when he knew I was at my most vulnerable.