When one little thing happens (Part 2)

"Mum, how could you do this?" I asked,looking into my mum's pleading eyes.
"I didn't mean for this to happen! I thought..." I looked at her, so angry I was crying. "Thought what? That the moment you put my DISABLED brother on that plane that everything would be fine and he'd come back, magically reappearing at back at home? That you could just remove the hurting that I'd feel once you told me?"

"And to top that all of I'd find out the next day my brother was DEAD? In a plane that YOU put him on, this is all your fault!" I started punching my mum, angry at her stupidity. "I hate you! I lost my brother because of you!" Mum was crying, but I didn't care. I'd lost my brother, she should suffer some now. "Just because he's not your son! You wanted him out of the picture. So you booked him a flight ticket to the other side of my world. You didn't even think about me! How I'd feel. Why, mum, why? Why did you do this to him? And me." I said, staring deep into her eyes. Her eyes were full of sorrow, but nothing could erase what she'd done. I would never forgive her. Ever. "Please, Kayleigh. Please." She grabbed my hand, but I let go. I couldn't stand it any more. I hit her, hard. She instinctively held her hand to her cheek. The way she looked at me...as if she didn't believe I just did that. But then, her eyes started watering. I think she finally might have realized how much my brother meant to me. "He was going mental, don't you remember? He hurt you, and the doctor said it wouldn't stop. I...I...just didn't know what to do. I booked him a flight ticket, and told him goodbye." Mum said, yet it still wasn't good enough.
"Why didn't I get to say goodbye?"I screamed, then I walked out the door, crying my eyes out. I slammed the door, and didn't look back.

I was cold. So cold. I was under a bus shelter, the only things I had were my clothes, myself and the cold air. I wanted to go into the warmth of my home...but I couldn't. I couldn't live with my mum any more. She wasn't even my real mother. Just a phoney. I lay down on the bus shelter seat, I had no idea of the time. Late at night, obviously. I just sat there and cried, wanting my little brother. I had only found out he had died today. My mum just randomly came out with the fact that she had stuffed him on a plane, after I asked if she knew where he was. I was shocked...I can't remember much...other than that I just went crazy. And when I read in the newspaper about the plane crash, and saw his name...The pain was unbearable. I miss him so,so, much. I just want to hold him, tell him everything's going to be OK. But it isn't.

I lay on the bus shelter, when a woman came up to me. She just grabbed my arm and hauled me into her car, while I tried to fight my way out. Biting and scratching... whatever I could to get out. It didn't work. I was in the boot of the car, I hammered against it but I knew no-one would hear me. The woman turned around, and shushed me. I was worried, I mean she looked like a psycho. What was she going to do to me? I was too scared too ask. She pulled up outside somewhere, it looked deserted. I decided to when she opened
the boot, run. Anywhere. Just away from her. But I couldn't go back home, no way. Not with my phoney mother there. She opened the boot, and I got ready to run. I tried to, but it didn't work. Before I even lifted my foot she had grasp of me. She took me inside the deserted place...now I saw it close it looked like a bar. She dragged me inside, and shut the door.

Suddenly, I heard a bang. I looked around, and then looked down. I was bleeding. She'd shot me. "MUM! I'M SORRY! PLEASE." I cried, but no-one could hear me. "Why did you shoot me?" I asked the woman, worried and scared. I was so close to dying I could feel it...even taste it. "Because you needed to die." I looked at her, puzzled. I could taste the blood, death was eating away at me... and she said I needed to die? "You lost your brother... he's waiting for you in heaven." I was starting to get scared. How did she know this? She read my thoughts, and said "I am no mortal, I am just a mere messenger. Everything you need is in heaven."
This woman was psycho. I grabbed the phone by the side of me, and dialled 999. "Hello? I've been stabbed. Come quick. The sunflower Inn. Please...come..." I dropped the phone. What was happening? Everything was black, I felt weaker and weaker. Was I dying? Then suddenly everything went blank. Had I died, or was I in a coma? I didn't know if I'd ever wake up.