The week my life ended
Moving???
“WHAT?” suddenly my legs ached, my eyes stung and I couldn’t thing straight. It was like my train of thought went off rails and down a helter-skelter. “Douglas you heard me perfectly well, we’re moving to California.” My mum spoke shakily, scared of my reactions as always. “But-“,
“But nothing Doug, we have to move. We can’t afford the medical treatment for Lewis here, in California, the treatment is cheaper. Plus we found jobs and a house out there already; you want to help your brother, don’t you?”
Okay, don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but he’s so... Needy. He’s had lung cancer since he was 7 and now he’s 18. I want him to get better but he’s such an arse. I don’t want to move to America. All my friends are here. All I’ve ever known is right here.
I heard the clunk of his oxygen can as he peered around the corner into the kitchen, a weak smile of sympathy on his lips. Lewis is so emo, his black hair covering his face, his nails painted black, the doodles up his arms, I love his style, it’s just embarrassing to be seen with him, especially with the oxygen can and the stupid nasal cannula, everyone stares at him, and not in a good way.
“We leave on Sunday and we pack tomorrow. Now, get ready for school, it’s your last day.”
I roll my eyes and storm out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room, hearing them mumbling about how I ‘took it well’. I stomp my feet on the stairs and slam my bedroom door to prove them wrong.
With everything on my mind, I get ready for school. I showered earlier so I curl my hair and do my makeup then put on my uniform, my top buttons un done on my shirt and my skirt rolled up so its shorter. I grab my bag and shove my feet in my shoes before heading to the stairs. And there, halfway up the staircase is Lewis, sitting on the step breathlessly, the can on the step next to him. I’ve always had a weak spot for my brother,I love him and I want him to get better. Dropping my bag at the top of the stairs, I rush down next to him and help him up “Come-on you lazy fuck” I say sarcastically, and I hear him smirk at me, shaking his head as I pick up the can and carry it for him, slowly walking down the stairs with him.Lewis thanks me and I set the can down, then I run back and grab my bag before walking out of the house with him and over the road. Yeah living opposite the school is kind of lame, but it has its perks.
As we get to the school gate, Lewis walks off towards his group of friends. They’re all like him. Dyed hair, Black hoodies and jeans, band shirts… all gothic and emo. It’s like they want to get bullied too.
