Life of Dakota

As soon i sorted out my bleeding foot I walked back to my bedroom. I threw myself onto my bed and sighed. After a few minutes in silence and whizzing through my mind. I hear a loud scream. I race out of my room. Where did the scream come from. It sounds like something terrible has happened. "DAKOTA!!" I hear my name screamed out loud. Hilary. It came from mum's bedroom. I race to the door and take in the horrible sight that stood before me.

Hilary was crying her eyes out. She looked up at me as soon as she felt my pesence. Her blood shot eyes stared at me with horror and sadness. "Dakota..." She said in a quiet voice. I gasp i slowly take my eyes off Hilary and see a body. A dead body. Hanging off the curtain railings. Tears streamed down my eyes as i realise what has happened. Mum had commited suicide.

"Dakota... Look!" Hilary said in a sob. I look down at her. In her hand was a letter. She hands it to me. I delicately take it off her. And slowly read it. 'Dear Hilary and Dakota.' It started off. It was adressed to me and Hils. I read carefully read the rest of the letter. Taking in what mum said. She wrote a death note. She wanted to be with dad. But how can she just leave me and Hilary on our own?! I understand she wants to be with dad... Up in Heaven but what about us? Me. Hilary. She's only 4. This must be upsetting her so much.

I wipe away my tears and tuck my dark red hair behind my ears. "i-i'm going to get the phone. Call the ambulance" i mumbled and ran to get the phone in my room.

***TIME LAPSE***

It's been a day since we discovered the death of mum. The social services came... They said we have to leave our home... And start a fresh life somewhere. But how can they just expect us to start again and move on?! Our parents both died within a month and now we are i guess you would say orphans. I sigh thinking about what life will be like without mum and dad now. It's going to be difficult. Especially for Hilary.

It doesn't help how me and Hilary are going to get split up... She's going to live with my mum's sister... Well auntie you could say. And i'm well... Going to live in America (i'm in London atm). I'm going to be living with some total strangers. I hope they're nice. Why couldn't auntie just take me aswell? Wait. I know now. I figured she doesn't like me. In fact she loathes me. Just because i'm dressed in black most of the time :( life is so unfair!

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