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This all started after my mother died, it was in our house. In the only place I thought was safe. It turns out it wasn't safe at all. I did everything I could to protect my mother but I couldn't hold them back. They were too strong. My mother was a brilliant person, the nicest person you would ever meet. She treated me like a friend whereas everyone else avoided me. I liked it this way as the only thing I needed was my mum. She was my one and only and I shall always remember her. The police blamed me on her death. They said I was crazy and that I could no longer live in this World. That I could not live near people. I remember walking out the police station and there was a group of people, at first I thought they were journalist but as I got closer I saw they were not here to help me. They started shouting at me and calling me terrible names such as devil child, animal, wolf, liar and countless others. One women threw her sandwich at me. What have I done to be hated by so many people? I have never harmed my mother and why would I. She was all I had, my everything.  I would never hurt anybody. It devastates me that people don't understand that I loved my mother dearly. I never wanted anything to happen to her. If I had a choice to save her and die instead I would. I used to look after my mother, I done this for most of my life. I cherished every second I had of it. She was gentle, caring, generous and very wise in every situation. She was the best advice giver, much better than me. My mother could not walk properly so I had to help her do a lot of everyday tasks. Off course it bent my self-esteem. Watching my mother struggle everyday of her life was the worst thing that could have ever happened. Well that's what I thought until she died. I watched her get weaker and weaker. Her legs got worse as time went on. She had peripheral neuropathy. It was caused before I was born when my parents were in a car accident. My mother damaged her spinal cords leading to her muscles being extremely weak and my father, well I never found out what happened to him. He was in the accident but his body was never found, not knowing where he was dented my mums motivation to keep going in life. My mother did not die because of her condition but if she hadn't have had it then she may have had a better chance of surviving.

 

Author's Note

Gramma problems

Reviews

[chaotic katie]

I love how the story unfolds and gets more twisted. We see how she loses her freedom and her reputation and begin to put ourselves in her shoes. Great job, can't wait to read more.

[Amy Cowan]

The rest of it i need to grammar check before I post :) Thanks Shall be up soon

[chaotic katie]

Okay, i'll be sure to look for it or feel free to send a read request which is an option in the small box on the right of the page on any selected work.

[Amy Cowan]

Awww i shalll , thanks

[chaotic katie]

anytime, glad to help.