I've never been scared of anything, ever in my life. However, now I know exactly what it feels like to be scared. Sweat trickling its way down your neck, the lump in your throat rising until you feel like your going to vomit, your flustered cheeks. And of course the screams.
It all started when I was walking back from High School with my friend Clover, however, she ditched me for Kaleb (her boyfriend) I watched in horror as she snogged him, tongues in each others mouths. Even though I loved Clover, I almost felt angry at her for doing this, I know it wasn't her fault that she was more attractive than me, but sometimes I wish that love would come as easy as that to me. It was like every five seconds some boy would be asking her out, which is odd because she never says yes anymore. She'd usually be the type who would be in out of bed with all sorts of boys, but that all changed after she'd met Kaleb I'd often wonder why she'd stayed so loyal to Kaleb, however, every time I brought the subject up, Clover would always have something better to say. One day, I thought , one day I will get it the answer out of her, no matter how far I have to go. _______________________________________________________________________
As I arrived home a note was left on the front door of my mums house. "SORRY HONEY, HAD TO POP OUT FOR A WHILE. I'LL BE BACK AFTER MIDNIGHT. P.S I LEFT SOME LASAGNE IN THE FRIDGE FOR YOU XX LOVE MUM." I hate her, hate her so much. I know you should never hate your family members but she always does this to me. Every night out down at the pub drinking her guts out, then comes home making a racket singing songs from high school musical. I'd lay in bed thinking, why high school musical ? Out of all the songs you could chose from why this. She'd done this to me since I was six years old, sometimes I'd cry myself to sleep for hours hoping she'd come home safe and sound. Unfortunately, she always did. I wish that I could go and live with my dad and Saffron, they live in a gorgeous house and both of them work from home, so they'd always be around to see me. However, mum would never allow it, not after what happened to my sister...
It all happened 5 years ago, Rosie (my sister) was only nine years old and me, I was only ten.
One day dad was busy at work and we were bored, so I asked him if Rosie and I could go to the park and get some ice cream. However, he was to busy working to notice that Rosie and I were only little girls ourselves and there was no way that mum would EVER let us to the park on our own. But dad did, so off we went down the road towards the park. Rosie wanted to go in the swings, but I told her if she stayed on the swing then we'd miss the ice cream truck. But still Rosie was reluctant to go. I left her there all by herself, just a helpless nine year old girl, to go and get an ice cream. Now, I regret every second of it.
I returned back to the swing where Rosie had been sitting, carrying two double chocolate fudge ice creams in my hands, only to realise that Rosie had gone! Suddenly I heard a scream, a scream that was no doubt but Rosie's. I recognised it straight away, I saw where it was coming from. I quickly dropped the ice creams in my hand and ran as fast as I could over to where I heard the scream. It was coming from the inside of a black van, but I was to late. By the time I reached it the back doors to the van were slammed shut and the driver in a black balaclava jumped in and drove away. Petrol and gas polluted the air in front of me, I couldn't see a thing, however, the one thing I was able to make out was Rosie, her fists flailing at the small window at the back of the van, her screaming endlessly. I tried to take a picture of the vans number plate but the smoke had made it dusty and difficult to read. I couldn't believe what had just happened, I didn't know what to do! Thoughts swirled around my head like a tornado, who should I call? What will that guy do to her? Will I ever see my beloved sister again? Clearly not. That was obviously going to be the last ever time that I saw my sister. Rosie, Elouise Colvin, words cannot explain how much I miss you...