The day I lost myself

Chapter 1- Allyse

Hi guys, I'm back for chapter 1! How did you think I went for the prologue; was it good? Did you like it? Did you think there was going to be a curveball? Don't be scared to give me feedback. Each chapter is in a characters perspective, e.g. for this chapter Allyse, hopefully it won't get too confusing. Also if you don't know who it is, it will be next to the chapter number. Sorry the chapters so short but I wanted a chapter for each of their reactions. Happy reading❤️

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I stared blankly at Mrs Clementine, refusing to believe that Aemilia was gone. I had heard of the girl run down by a car near us but I never in a million years thought it was her. Mrs Clementine smiled weakly at me, but I couldn't return it. I backed into the  living room, numb to mums conversation with her. My heart was shattering into a million pieces, so broken that it was going to be impossible to ever fix. I barely heard the door shutting and Mum walking into the living room.  Mum latched her arms around me and squeezed so hard, I thought I would explode. That nearly made me laugh but then the waves crashed back down and I  released an anguished wail. Tears poured down my face, soaking the carpet. My four brothers walked into the living and muttered 'what's wrong  with her,' . Mum was murming something to them but they would understand, they never did but it didn't stop me screaming at them, 'what wrong with me! What's wrong with me is that my best friend just died! So yeah that what's wrong with me!' . All four look so taken back and the littlest of the four Luke bursted into tears. Mum gave Luke a hug, and turned to me, 'Allyse you shouldn't have shouted at them like that, it was wrong of you'. That just hit a nerve in me, all the grief turned almost instantly to anger, 'Get out!' I screeched, 'you don't understand anything do you! You never did! Get out!' The last few words dropped to almost a whisper so quiet you could barely hear them. They backed out of the room. I lay there crying, until late. I wasn't hungry or anything, I was just so lost, so broken. I eventually dragged myself to bed, and  laid there. Is this what grief felt like, your heart broken, not ever wanting to move again. As I drifted off to sleep my last thought was, could I have prevented her death?