The wind whipped through her long silky brown hair as the glint of the wakening streetlight hit the corner of her eye. She looked up at the sky as it turned from an angry red to shadow blue. Her foot etched away from the tiny pebbles that lined the plain brick wall. She turned. Into the distance was her future, and she wasn’t going to let anybody hold her back.

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She pushed her copper key into the shiny gold keyhole, it twisted and with a quick click she opened the door to her comfortable detached home. She walked into the hallway and with a little help from each foot her shoes slid off neatly and were placed in the wooden shoe rack.

Further down the hall she knelt down and placed her bag underneath the stairs, then lightly tugged at the magnets that kept her bag closed to open it. Inside she searched for her school planner and after reading it pulled out her homework unwillingly. She then headed into the kitchen. Over on the posh marble breakfast bar she saw a little note. Still holding her homework, she lent over to look at it, assuming it would be something silly like her Mum had gone to the shop. There was an awkward pause. Her heart stopped. Only the noise of books falling to the ground could be heard. Like lightning her hands clutched the white paper, scrunching it in the progress. She dropped it before falling back against the wall. The words went through her like poison.

My Dear Daughter. As you know I…I’m not the greatest mother. I’ve never been able to support you like everyone else. You mean the world to me but you don’t deserve me. I…I can’t do this. Life. Anymore. I don’t want to worry you. Goodbye my darling… Goodbye.

Her head fell into her hands. She knew her Mum had recently been suffering with depression. But the doctor said it appeared only a mild case. MILD! A tear gently slides down her pale cheek. Her Mother had always been a great actress. Though she usually could tell her emotions, never had she felt a sadness so great within her Mother. Then she shook her head. Her Mother might still be alive. Jumping up she stopped in her tracks, a hand. She dropped at it and shaking placed her fingers softly onto it. Luke warm. She checked for a heartbeat, but her own was beating ninety to the dozen already. She couldn’t tell. Looking up she saw her Mothers face, so peaceful. Too peaceful. Tripping over her feet she grabbed the telephone, sharply dialling 999. Quickly she told the operator her Mothers situation and the address.
One hour, two hours, three hours, went by. She sat nervously in the cold white room, her foot twitching uncontrollably. All sounds around her were a blur. Her hands combed through her hair as she bent over. A small tear rolled down her fearful face. Then there was a shadow cast over her. Was she blacking out? Her tense neck slowly twisted her face towards the tall man in white.

“I’m sorry my dear. We were unable to help your Mother she had…” That was all she needed to hear. Reality suddenly froze and nothing made any sense. She became a ghost-like figure in the room. People walked by, but didn’t see her. She was alone, trapped in a world she would never understand. From this moment on, her life would be turned upside down and inside out. Nothing would ever be the same.

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