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“bye mum” Mike called as he kicked the ball to his sister. “sisters name” mum yelled impatiently “hurry up hop in the car” “bye Mike “ said his sister as she slammed the car door and sped off out of the street. miners turned to hours as he realised they were taking too long.

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Dad hadn’t. Left his bedroom in weeks. The only time he. Left his room was breakfast lunch and dinner. Most of time it was takeaway I missed mum I missed her soft settle voice I missed her wonderful cooking I missed mum

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mums been gone for what seems like forever she only said she’ll be home in 10 minutes. “Where’s mum” I asked. Dad paused like he was paralysed. Finally he confessed “she... died.” Tears filled my eyes and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I just want to run away go somewhere nobody would find me and hideaway forever.

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My stomach aced but I was used to it. I had felt guilt running up and down my spine for weeks

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My heart still shooken.I can feel muttering around me.An army of reporters chasing me down.Microphones shoved in my face but i refuse to speak about this tragic news stoned abone me like a tornado.A gentle quiet tear rolls down my cheek,my eyes tired of sobbing.  -Ashleigh 

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My heart still shooken.I can feel muttering around me.An army of reporters chasing me down.Microphones shoved in my face but i refuse to speak about this tragic news stoned abone me like a tornado.A gentle quiet tear rolls down my cheek,my eyes tired of sobbing.  -Ashleigh 

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mike have been wait for so long for my they dad look at the tv and see the new they have been a car crash than mike come back and said were is mum mike said he did not want to tell him but he have to mum had dead in a car crash than than mike was so sad

the next day dad said we are moveing to the

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The familier felling of guilt rides through me like a bullet as i hear my son trying to get me to leave my room. I’ve been in bed for weeks friends and family have stoped coming so have the reporters. My son still doesent know. Im a single father and my son is still waiting. i leave my room my sons face is full of delight.....

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Dads been acting weird lately he hasn’t moved since the accident, today i fonud out why he finally had the courage to get out of bed and tell me where moving he said this isn’t a place for us anymore we cant be near the big city with cars and missarie where leaving.

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it’s been weeks since I did anything active after, the accident. I would come out every few days getting food, then going back to my dark, small and sad room. After the funeral for my beloved wife eve , and my beautiful daughter ala, i shut my self away. my boy didn’t need to live in the city. he was a survivor, didn’t care if he got dirty or wet. This isn’t were we should be.

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locked away from mankind i grudge along the corridor moaning and groaning a hoarse cry escapes my face red and raw from crying i collapse onto my dirty hanker chief of the bed i start worrying about my starved son mickey mouse he is my only happiness without him my heart will shatter into a million unfixable pieces i look around the concrete dumpster one last time i can’t believe i used to call this home

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He hadn’t left the now to be called barrow in weeks he hadn’t said much to his only child and neither of them had showerd at all. The now single man had thoughts of moving out of the city far from the cars, the noise, the people. Its where they belong in the sand near the waves the sunny sky. We need to be free by ivy ;-; :3

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Cameras everywhere flashing all around questions being thrown at my dad non-stop. “your daughter and wife have died in a car crash anymore detail’s?” I could tell dad was losing it he couldn’t take it anymore.No one could take it. Nothing will be the same. the visits slowly drifted away me and my father haven’t showered, changed our clothes or left our house. We couldn’t take this anymore we had to leave,go,get away, be free. by Brooke ;-;