I walk back to my room thinking of my sister, Grace. She used to be a happy 19 year old, I used to look up to her, but then she got involved with the wrong crowd. She started partying and doing drugs- it started with weed but soon she got hooked on the hard stuff. One day we got home and she had sold most of our things to pay for drugs, which was when we first realised she was taking drugs… When mor confronted her she denied everything before she apologised and said that she would stop. We actually believed her! A week later, I got home to her lying unconscious in the bathtub. I can’t get the image out of my mind.. After being in hospital for a few weeks she was sent to rehab and we haven’t heard from her since. It’s been 2 years. She wouldn’t take our phone calls and we weren’t allowed to visit her. We don’t know if she is still in rehab or not because as I said, we haven’t heard from her in 2 years. My heart breaks at the thought of her but I cannot cry, I’ve cried enough over her.
I shake the thought of her out of my mind and instead I go into my little sister’s old room. Her name is Willow, she’s 10. She lives with dad now because didn’t want to leave him. The divorce was hard enough for her so she would visit him as often as she wanted- her and dad are closer than she is with mor. I feel bad because mor is leaving everything and everyone she loves behind, apart from me. I need to cut her some slack because I could not imagine leaving my kids on the other side of the world.
Before I knew it, it was Friday.
Today is the day I leave everything. We’ve already sent our boxes for shipping and the house is empty, only a few suitcases in the middle of the room. As I walk out the door I can’t help but feel sad because this house is my childhood. Mor sits at the wheel and breaks down and I try to keep it together for her sake.
“Mor, let me drive.. you can’t drive like this”
She turns and looks at me before nodding and climbing out the car (for those who don’t know, I have my learner’s license). I drive to the airport, blasting music through the speakers trying to get the mood in the car up.
We go through all the stages at the airport (a lot might I add) and then get on the plane. I close my eyes and put my earphones in, this is going to be a long flight… 20 hours and 2 stops! Perth, here I come..
Sorry for the short, boring chapter :/ but I decided to add 2 chapters since I took so long to add the last one x
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