The Accident that changed everything
It happened for as long as I could remember. I was ten and my sister was four. I am middle- height with light brown hair, which goes blond in the summer. I have pale skin, and when the heat and sunlight touch it, my skin develops in to a sea of freckles. My sister has brown hair like mine. She is shorter than me and she has dark skin. We used to live like any other normal family. My dad was away on his new job a lot, he didn't used to be until some family problems came up and he made his decision not to stay often. He comes home every other weekend to see my sister and me. My house is fairly big, for its age. The garden, which was facing the road, had coarse dry grass, which lay like a carpet over the lawn apart from the weeds sprouting along the fence from our neighbours. We have a concrete path that leads up to the door, which only the postman walks up. My parents never socialised with anyone. They were alone in their separate little worlds, cut out from reality. I spend most of my time outside in the garden with my dad.My dad works in a coal mine and he looks show it. His looks had faded; his hair is a mix of grey and black thinning on both sides. His hands were calloused and red. He means the world to me. I do not get to see
I woke up in bed. My head felt like I had a hat on. I felt the top of my head but it was in bandages, I felt dizzy and my head hurt. I looked around. This was a very unfamiliar room though. There were white walls, and children's pictures everywhere. There was a massive window in the corner, which reminded me of the living room when my grandmother was lying there unable to move. I felt just like she did, and lay motionless on the clean sheets. A doctor came in. He was tall, and old. He had a grey beard and looked like my grandmothers husband. He was wearing white clothes with a blue coat on, which glided against his leg. I didn't know what to do, some nurses followed him and I realised that I was in hospital. I asked where my mum was, but they said I was not going to see her for a long time. He started to tell me what had happened, and how they had found out about my mother hitting me. They found out because my name had come up on the screen telling the doctor that I had been in here regularly for other injuries, and then interviewing my mum she burst into tears and confessed that she had caused the 'accident'. I was scared at first but then I realised that my life was going to be different from here onwards. I was to live with another family until things were sorted out withy my mum. The people who I was going to live with couldn't be as bad as my mum. I wanted my mum to get help, I wanted to live with her again, and I didn't want to depart from her and never to see her again. At last all my hiding, my secret has been told and people know about it. Things wont go back to what they were before, so things should hopefully get better with my new parents. I just can't wait to get to school and live like a family again. For once I will be acting like a normal kid, who has a normal family. When she left he turned around and saw me, I felt scared as he walked over, was he going to tease me like the others? But then he laughed. We started talking to each other about the teacher and football, he was nice and my fears vanished. I have watched football on the television, how hard was it to play? One ball everyone trying to get it and kick it into the other teams net, how hard is that? He then challenged me. The game was harder than it looked on television. However at the end of break I could play it well and I met some other people called Jane, Ann and Tom. All of break I was playing with them. I never invite my friends around much; I am scared what they will think of my family. When they talk about there own families I don't consider mine normal. My friend's mothers and fathers tend not to hit them anymore. Why is it different for me? I do not feel alone and I never will be, I felt that my grandmother is looking down on me and I feel her warmth near me. It feels like she is near me all of the time and is helping me go through each day at a time. At times I have felt like why should I carry on with this agony and pain, why not end it, end the suffering? But how can I? When scared not of hurting myself, but scared of death itself. I am scared if it is the end. However when you die and live on as a spirit will you be alive forever, to see people die who you love without doing anything about it and seeing the world finally end. Death scares me, knowing that we will all have to go through with it, some sooner than others. My niece died at the age of three, I would have died too, but much sooner. As soon as I was born I didn't eat. My stomach was blocked and no food could pass through my body. The doctors couldn't find the reason for why I was so skinny, but sent me home. Then I was sent to the hospital, and they needed to operate, because I was so skinny they had to put me on a drip for a week until I could go in for the operation. I was in there for Christmas and my dad was by my side, this is what my family used to be like, loving and caring. My dad used to care for me and stand up for me when things got bad between my mum and me. But
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Approximate Word count = 3222
Approximate Pages = 13 (250 words per page double spaced)
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