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I go home and soak myself in a nice relaxing hot bath. It felt so good. My Mums remedies are always good. She put in some herbal leaves and  had made some homemade avacado facial. So relaxing that i loose control of time. That is until i hear Ant knocking on the door like theres no tommorow. Oops. I pop out quick and dash out of the door.

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I cryed visiting my mother today. She is so brave and seeing her lying there on the hospital bed, no m akeup and her skin looking more patched up than usual I started crying softly, turning louder and louder until sobs of pain. My heart was aching and I held her cold Hand, tears forming on her hand. For some reason, she looked dull and dead. I didnt want to say it but there you go. She reminded me of dad. The last time I saw him, in the coffin, dead. Im so scared if Mum dies, I mean I would have no one. I didnt want to be the  lonely orphan girl. I wanted a life, and I cant have that without my Mum.

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I went on my laptop and typed 'Dave Whitewood' my fathers name. Instently pictures of him appear with all sorts of stories on why he had passed away, most common was suicide. I didnt care what they wrote though. Its all fake. I clicked on 'friends' and wierd men appeared. I looked at each observing the faces. The last one that dad had warned me about was there. His teeth, scrunched up face and beady eyes, all staring at me.

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