Life Wrecker

When I was younger, much younger, I would have jumped at the chance
to have a little brother but when Louis arrived I wasn't so sure.

Louis squirmed out my mothers body. Her face all scrunched up, like a
bull terrier. He came out and her face relaxed but then the midwife
gasped. My mother was panting for breath. It was like she had nothing
in her. I rushed to her side. Everyone ignored the little bundle
between my mothers legs, just lying on the bed. No, our interest was in
my mother. She grabbed my head and kissed me then collapsed. Like she
was just stabbed in the back. The midwife looked up at my father, and
nodded. My father then started to cry. Great bright blue tears dripped
down his soft skin. I was only 12. I wasn't aware of the situation. I
looked at my mother. Her face had no expression. Her hair had no life.
Her body was dead. I then realised what I was thinking. I was thinking
she was dead. She can't be. How can she die on me just like that? I
stared at her then I felt myself falling. Falling to the ground. I saw
everyone rushing towards me. Then it was black.

When I woke up, I was in hospital. There was a curtain around me and
all was silent. Then a door from outside the curtain opened and a
murmur of voices. "Sad really. So young too." It was a man's voice.
Then the curtain moved. I fell back onto the white, iron- hard pillow.
And closed my eyes.
As the curtain opened a young blonde girl came in followed by a man in
a tight suit. He looked about 50. He picked up a cold silver instrument
from the side of my bed and started shoving it down my night dress! I
wasn't pleased. Turning just so slightly that it looked like I was
still asleep I faced the other way. Then man coughed and I heard the
door open again. "sir, excuse me. The girls father is here." This time
it was a woman's voice and she sounded soothing. My dad was here. Just
great. My mothers just died and all because of that squirming little
idiot of a brother. If she hadn't got pregnant?.
God! My life would be normal Fiona Harner's life.

But she was dead. She did get pregnant. God!

My father stepped in side the curtain. "excuse me sir," said the man in
a cold voice. "the girl is asleep,"
"That girl is my daughter, I'm going to sit by her until she wakes up."
My father argued. He sounded stressed. Like he'd been up all
night.
He sat by my bed and sighed. Just as he rest his head against my body I
sat up, "dad?" I asked in a weary voice. "oh! Thank god! Fiona! I
thought you were dead!" he gasped. "where's the baby?" I asked him
looking at his hands. They were wet and wrinkled. "Dunno, I left it
some place. I think it was a nursery." He looked into my eyes. I simply
said, "I hate him dad."
"no, you don't. He's your brother." He patted my knee.
"I do, he's a murderer!" I screamed and jumped out of the bed. I ran
out of the ward. Down the pale blue corridor. Past pushy nurses with
trolleys. Past the reception. And outside. Once I was out, I was free.
I could do what I wanted. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I had only
grabbed my school bag in which was a P.E. kit, my mobile and 25 quid.
Heading straight for Mc Donald's in which I could get a cheap meal, get
changed and sort my head out.

In the Mc Donald's I ordered a kids McFlurry and ate it quickly. I
hadn't eaten for weeks. Deciding on the main priority I went out of Mc
Donald's fully dressed and full. I walked down the street looking for
shelters and empty houses. I found a little alley way with a gap
between the houses. Great. My new home.

Then as I sat down in the gap, my P.E. towel covering me, I scanned
through my mobile. There was Jon's number. Jon was my best friend.
Everyone thinks I'm weird for having a boy as a best friend but all the
girls in my class are creeps.
Apart from Desire. She's quite nice. She's a Y9, a whole year older
than me and Jon, but she's really nice. She doesn't treat me like a
baby either. Desire doesn't have a mobile but I know her house number.
Deciding on who to ring I pressed in Desire's number. Jon lives with
his dad and he's a real freak. He's a punk and he's got a mohieken,
died bright pink, going in a cross down his scalp.
"Hello. Kelly Smith here. How may I help?" Desire's mum runs a flower
shop and they live above the shop.
"hi. Kelly. It's Fiona. Is Desire there?" I asked looking out into the
light of the busy street.
"hello. Fiona. Well yeah she's here. But Michael is here too. I don't
know whether she'd want to be disturbed,"
Michael is Desire's boyfriend. He is utterly gorgeous. He has brown and
blonde highlights in his curtains style hair. His eyes can be seen in
pitch black. They sparkle more that a night star.
"Can you ask?" I inquired. And then I heard talking. Then Desire was on
the line.
"hi! Fiona! Has your mam had the baby yet?" Kelly comes from Wales and
called her mum mam so Desire has to too.
"Well," And I went on and on about how much I hated Louis. How I had
ran away. And how I am living like a drug addict. Narrowing down on
what I buy. When I had finished I heard crying.
"oh! Fiona that is so sad! It's like the novel that I'm reading. It's
about this girl?"
I then butted in, "Look, I don't want to stay here. They'll find me.
Make me go back and live with him. Can I come and stay with you?" I
asked closing my eyes. "Yeah! Michael is staying too but he's sleeping
in my room. You can sleep in the spare room. The study. Y'know!" I
sighed. A huge great sigh of relief. My head could rest and sort it
self out. Maybe Desire could lend me some money. I could work in the
shop to earn money! Oh! It would be perfect!

When I got to Desire's house it wasn't too brilliant. Her room was a
mess and the spare room was the size of a postage stamp. But at least
it was better that hiding out in the most obvious place. Kelly said I
could work in the shop. I'd get paid ?50 per two customers. And that
includes arranging and actually handing the flowers over to them.
No-one else could do it.

A couple of days later I was ?200 the richer and I'd just got another
customer. It was a man, sounded posh, but stressed. He ordered a bunch
of Lilies. So I arranged them all pretty and told him to come at 7.50
that night. So he came and he certainly looked posh but stressed. His
hair was all a mess and he had zits all over his face. "You've
ordered?" I asked politly, "Yeah!" And he just grabbed me. He led me
out of the shop. His sweaty hand over my mouth. I was screaming and
screaming but the screech just couldn't meet the air. He then bundled
me into a loin bag. And hit me over the head. When I woke I was in some
kind of cage. In a dark room with black walls, black ceilings and black
people. The coloured men geered at me. But the man who'd taken me was
white. I looked carefully at the men and then saw a girl. From the
corner of my eye. Peep into the room. I gasped and shook the bars on
the metal cage. But the men just laughed and poked me like some kind of
animal. The tough bit was, I knew how to get out. Pick the lock when
the men weren't watching. But I had to tell someone. What about Desire?
Her and Kelly would be wondering where I am? I reached into my pocket
and found my mobile. Crushed and bent. Those idiots. Those foul?.

The white man was speaking, "Name:" He had a knife. I was terrified!
"Fiona. I'm 12 years old. Please don't hurt me!" I begged at they
glared into my eyes?