The day I lost myself

Chapter 2- Jaeda

Hi guys, chapter 2 is here! Sorry for not posting in a couple of days. I know some of you were desperate for another chapter so here it is. This one will be short as well but don't worry the chapters will be getting longer eventually. You've met Allyse and now you're going to met Jaeda. It's been really fun writing for you guys, it also giving me an incentive to finish the book. Feedback is always welcome. Happy reading❤️

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The knock at the door echoed around my home. 'I'll get it!' I shout, getting a mumbled reply from Mum. I walk to the door. I wasn't excepting anyone but I'm guesssing it's a salesmen again. A grab the keys, they're rough and cold against my warm calloused hands. I give a cry of pain as one of the sharp points on the keys push into a stone bruise I got from rock climbing yesterday. I grapple with the key in the lock, softly cursing when I twist it the wrong way. I give a sigh of relief when I hear the click of the door unlocking. I open the door.  'Hi, sorry for keeping you waiting the keys were being an..' I cut off, standing infront of me, stood a person I knew well, but I didn't know her, not anymore. She wasn't smiling or standing tall and proud,  soft wrinkles lining her face. She was slouching, looking old and sad. Her eyes obviously red and puffy from crying, even standing there infront of me tears slowly trickled down her face. 'Mrs Clementine!' I gasp, 'what's wrong,' , she's sighs at me sadly, and a niggling feeling at the pit of my stomach, she always told me to call her Kerri-Lee but I call her by her teacher name cause she taught me 4 years ago, and her not correcting me meant that something was up, 'is something wrong!' I ask again. 'Yes' was the soft mumbled reply. That's when I knew something was very very very wrong. 

Mum comes out into the kitchen, a cry of surprise  escapes her as she sees Mrs Clementine, and she beckons us all into the living room. Sitting on the sofa, Mrs Clementine looks me dead in the eye and says, 'Aemilia is dead,'.  What! My mind goes into overdrive, she was fine today at school. What! How! Why! I just can't get any words out. I'm screaming but no sounds is coming out of my mouth. Stop, get a hold of yourself! I tell myself, just listen. So I did. I breathed in deeply and exhaled. Although I was distraught, it did help calm me a little. And so I turned to Mrs Clementine and listened to her, 'she was run down by a car. I want to tell you that she died quickly and without agony but that would be a lie. She has a slow and painful death'. She inhales and I take this time to process what she's told me. I felt so empty inside, waves on grief crashed down upon my fragile heart. This time I can't calm myself, I hear the odd word like 'police' and 'inquest' and 'driver was probably on drugs or over the achohol limit' and 'driver wasn't found' and 'she will be missed'. Then I hear 'goodbye'. As soon as she leaves I start crying,  tears fall again and again. I can't stop them, but maybe I don't want to. The waves aren't waves anymore, they're tsunami's crashing down on my heart, breaking it, killing it. I don't know how I'm going to deal with school tomorrow but one foot in front of the other. I find my feet moving themselves to bed. I fall to sleep that night, with tears soaking my pillow and a deep unforgiving sadness flowing through my body.