“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
It is ten thirty-three. I am five years old. Daddy tells me that Mummy has been moved from her normal hospital into a really special hospital. He’s taking me to see her there today. I hold tight onto Daddy’s hand as we walk past rows and rows of cars. The light flashes back at me from the bonnets. They are lined up like toy soldiers with mismatched armour. We walk into the doors, they slide apart for us. Daddy pushes down a button and speaks to the lady sitting on the other side of the glass. She opens the next door for us.
Daddy sits down with me on some brown chairs which smell nasty and we wait for something. A man with not a lot of hair comes and sits by me, he’s shouting something at a really old man. The man is shouting back, I think, he’s making funny noises and covering his ears. Then the man turns to me “Matrix was filmed in Australia!” he shouts at me. I don’t know what he means and so I don’t say anything. He keeps shouting and I stand up and cover my ears too. He’s nasty. I want to go away from him but I’m not allowed to. Daddy pulls me onto his lap. “It’ll be okay honey” he whispers and I realise I’m crying. After a few minutes more the lady comes over to us and tells us we can see Mummy now.
Mummy’s room is down a long corridor, it’s dark and smells like wee. I can hear people shouting from inside the rooms. One door I can just hear knocking from the inside. I don’t think I have ever been so scared in my whole life. We come to Mummy’s door and it’s got a little window on the door. Like the room has a porthole. When we open the door I see Mummy and I have never been so pleased to see her in the whole of my life. I nestle into her chest but she doesn’t hug back. I don’t understand, she feels like a stone. Daddy talks to her for a bit and I sit on her bed. After twenty-three minutes I put a ‘get well soon’ card on her table and we leave. She didn’t say hello to me. I don’t know where my Mummy has gone, and who this person is who has come in her place.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is three minutes past eleven. I am nine years old. I’ve been best friends with Sam for a couple of weeks now. We spend all of our school time together and no one beats me up when he’s around, when he’s not there for the day then I get hurt again. But once in a while is better than every day. He’s supposed to be coming to my house on Friday, which is three days from now. He’s going to be in MY house, with all my things and it’s going to be so cool. He’s a really nice person. Mummy was so surprised that I found a friend but now I have she said yes to him going to my house, which I thought would never happen. I’m excited. He really makes me feel like smiling again, I haven’t smiled for real in a long time.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is nine minutes past eight. I am thirteen years old. I’ve locked myself in my room, not that Mum or Dad would ever try to get me, but just in case. I am going to do it today. I look at the pills on my floor, white, square, beautiful. He doesn’t love me, I love him. It’s over. I don’t have one single thing to hold on for. I hold a few tablets in my hand, my hand’s shaking a little. I have no idea how many to take, I thought I’d try to take as many as I could before I fell asleep. It takes an age for me to decide. I sit, thinking over my life and I try not to cry, that would make me weak.
It’s nine fifteen. I put the pills down, crawl into bed regretting my decision and fall into a fitful sleep. I can’t help but think I made the wrong decision, that I should have taken those sleeping pills. I’m alive, and somehow even that seems like a failure.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is one fifty-eight. I am sixteen years old. David is calling me. His name flashes on the caller ID of my mobile. My whole left arm is numb, my fingers tingle oddly and i feel slightly dizzy too. Reluctantly, I pick up.
“Where did you run off to?” is the first thing he says and I don’t know how to reply. I feel really funny.
“Jocelyn? Are you okay?” He asks, a slight urgency in his tone.
“Nope.” I say. I can’t really think.
“Where are you, I’ll come and find you.” He says and I can hear him worrying about me. My odd little brain ignores the cuts on my arm and tries the find the blade I have discarded. I’m going to need that back.
“Jocelyn?”
This startles me, I forgot I had the phone. “Girl’s bathroom, West Block.” I murmur.
After a few minutes I find what I am looking for, I wipe it clean with some toilet roll. The door opens and I hear his voice calling in. I stand and wobble slightly, but manage to open the cubicle.
His face kills me. He looks shocked, scared and disgusted all at once. I look down at my now crimson shirt and only feel one thing. Safe.
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System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is two minutes nine. I am five years old. I’m stuck at my grandma’s house today because Daddy has a friend round to our house. I don’t think I know this friend but Daddy says that the man has been a couple of times before. I think he works as a policeman because he drives a police car. It parked outside our house the other day. I’m sort of scared for Mummy, she doesn’t seem to be really alive anymore. She’s in that house with those scary old people, Daddy tells me that she likes it there but I think she looks terrified. The house has a name, our house has a number but this house has a name. It’s called Green Oaks, like the tree on the way to school.
Daddy says I don’t have to go to school for a bit, we go to see Mummy each day instead of school. She seems sad. I don’t understand why she is there, no one from school has a Mummy in a special house. I think it’s a bit like prison. She can’t even go to Sainsbury’s on Saturday morning. Mummy always goes to Sainsbury’s on Saturday morning, no matter what.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
Your use of words and your continual use of numbers throughout this never cease to amaze me. If you published this I would buy it just for the fact that I could read it over and over again, without having to come on the net and scrape through pages of posts.
Your use of words and your continual use of numbers throughout this never cease to amaze me. If you published this I would buy it just for the fact that I could read it over and over again, without having to come on the net and scrape through pages of posts.
Thank you very much, to be honest the numbers thing has sort of become habit for me when writing. And yeah, sorry about that, nothing I can really do!
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
Your use of words and your continual use of numbers throughout this never cease to amaze me. If you published this I would buy it just for the fact that I could read it over and over again, without having to come on the net and scrape through pages of posts.
