Rescue - N.E.M Sequel

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RESCUE

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It had been a week since the terrible news. My mind was all over the place and I couldn't think or do anything 'normal'. I'd hardly slept, four hours at the most over the whole week. I didn't want to be here, not without Hannah and planning out lives together. Within a few hours my whole world was taken away from me, it went from an excited date night, discussing the wedding and where we were going to go on our honeymoon as we hadn't yet decided, to her being gone and leaving me by myself to crave for it all back. I couldn't help but think it was my fault, suggesting to take the long way round back to the car which got her killed.

Everyone was always checking up on me, either ringing or coming round unexpectedly and I knew it was to see if I had done anything 'stupid'. They'd also tried to convince me to start sorting the funeral but every time I looked at the things in front of me, the memories came flooding back and I couldn't continue. I knew I needed to get a move on but I couldn't force myself to do it. The little energy I had left not being enough.

I was lying in bed - on Hannah's side like I had been since the night she died - and didn't have any intention of getting up any time soon. I spent my days in bed now, getting up late afternoon to get some food in my stomach that would growl angrily at me. I had a shower every now and again but or straight back into bed afterwards. I didn't see any hope in getting dressed, I had no where to be or anything to do now.

There was a loud knock coming from the front door downstairs. The house was silent so I could hear every sound and movement. I didn't move an inch as I didn't plan on getting up to answer it, whenever it was would leave eventually. A few moments passed and the knock was repeated, followed by a shout.

"Aston, I know you can hear me. Open the door, sweetie, please." It was Mum.

I could hear her desperate tone and I felt bad for not answering her but I just wanted to be left alone.

"You can't do this alone, I won't let you. You need family and friends around you for support." She said, sighing to herself. I stayed quiet.

I cursed as I heard rattling of keys, I'd forgotten I had given her a spare set when we moved in here. She shut the front door behind her quietly before walking around downstairs to look for me.

"Where are you, Ast?" She called.

"Bedroom." I croaked quietly but loud enough for her to hear me. Her footsteps creaked on the stairs and she appeared in the room. I rolled onto my back to look round at her. She had the same sad and sympathetic look on her face as she always had since last week. I didn't want anyone's pity.

"What are you doing still in bed? You should get up." She said softly.

"Whats the point?" I shrugged, rolling onto my side.

"The point is so that you feel a bit better. Moping around will make it worse." She told me.

"Nothing can make this worse." I whispered, gripping into Hannah's pillow with my fingers. I hadn't washed the bedding as her faint smell was still lingering on it and I wanted to hold on to as much of her as I could.

"I know it seems that way but you have to try." She sighed, switching on the bedroom light which made my eyes sting from the brightness. I dug my head into the pillow and closed my eyes tightly.

"I hate seeing you like this, you need to get up and moving about."

she pulled at the duvet but I held it tighter, not letting her pull it off me.

"I don't want to get up." I said, my voice muffled from the pillow.

"It's not about want anymore Aston, you NEED to!" She half-shouted. I was shocked at her hardness, the last week everyone had been so soft and gentle with me.

"I have nothing left anymore!" I snapped, turning around to sit up and look at her.

"What about me? Your family? Your friends?" She asked, going back to her soft voice.

"I don't know, Mum." I whispered, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.

"I know this is hard Aston but you have to understand that I'm not going to see you like this." She sat down on the end of the bed and faced me.

"Its been a week, Mum. I'm still not used to the idea of her not being here, its not getting any better." I sighed.

"You have to give it time to sink in but you can't keep going on like this. You need to sort out the funeral and build your life back up again." She said, taking my hand in hers and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Start by getting up and having a shower and shave." She told me and I hesitated but slowly got out of bed and made my way towards the bathroom for a shower. Mums knows best or so they say...

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