Blood gushed with sickening determination from my mothers stomach like her heart sought to pump it from her body.I began to apply pressure onto her wound,I tried.

I tried my best but my best wasn’t good enough.

That was the day I lost her.

My best friend,the person who I would tell everything to.

Now my mother is gone.dead.

At this point i had never been so close to giving up,and yet i still managed to kept on fighting.

I had to look after my siblings,they were all I had left in this sinister world,that would take away the people you needed the most.

All I wanted to do was hide under my bed and never see daylight again but of course that was an extremely unrealistic idea.

I would break down in tears in my bathroom.

It was the lowest point in my life.

Grief is like riding a roller coaster that never stops without a seatbelt.

My life was never the same.

My grades slipped.

My mental health suffered.

My siblings could see through me.

My teachers were worried.

But my friends didn’t suspect a thing.

They didn’t even know my mother was dead.

They didn’t care.