7 July 2012
Prologue
I watched as she closed her eyes constantly without moving a single muscle. Wrinkling my blocked nose, I ran my thin fingers along her still as a statue arms.
Chapter 1
My mums been in a coma for as long as I can remember. It started when I was three, a cute little child, my mum was run over by a Vauxhall boy racer. At the age of three, I peered down at my mum who was lying in a heap on the floor, crimson blood trickling down from lines which had been gouged into her body. Chewing my wretched teddy, a posh looking man ran out from his house and put his arm round me. He grilled me about what had happened and I just said, 'Mummy's dead.'. He pulled out his expensive iPhone from his slim designer suit pocket and rang nine nine nine. The man noticed the unruly teen who had been driving the boy racer and ran over to him, shouting the odds. Suddenly, the ambulance turned up and the police were there. I was in a frenzy of flashing lights. The cops ran to the driver and took him away to the station. I stood looking gormless, as the ambulance strapped my mum up and placed her in the ambulance. The kind man lifted me up and got into the ambulance with me. Nee nor, nee nor.
Sorrow • Opuss № I