I woke up early, at 8AM. It was weird...I sensed something was wrong. I wondered if it was my little brother, Aidan, so I went to check on him. I knocked on the door, my ear close to see if I could hear anything. Nothing. I got worried. He was disabled, he was in a wheelchair. He could have collapsed. I started to fret, and opened the door. "Aidan? Are you alright?" I asked, looking around. He wasn't there. I searched all around his room, but I couldn't find him. He couldn't be downstairs. Unless he fell...

I checked all around the rooms, and the less rooms I had to search in the more I got worried. I shakily put my hand on the stairs, and looked down. I rushed down the stairs, but I couldn't see him anywhere. Mum was in the Kitchen, so I asked if she knew where Aidan was. She looked at me, and she started to cry. "Mum? What's happened?" I asked, starting to get scared. "Is it about Aidan?" I already knew it was, but I just needed to check. Mum nodded, slowly. Something was up. I was sure.

"You know yesterday, he was going crazy?" She said, staring at me. "Well I didn't know what to do...so I...um." I started to get angry. I wanted to know where my brother was. "SPIT IT OUT WOMAN! TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!"I said, shouting. I grasped hold of her shoulders. "Just tell me where he is." I said, crying. "America." I was confused. America? That was another country! Surely she must be lying? "I put him on the plane... after... He hit me, scratched me. I didn't want him to hurt you. So I booked him a plane ticket." I looked at her in disbelief. How could she?
"YOU WHAT?" I angrily screamed at her. I heard a knock at the door. "Newspaper!" Mum said, legging out of the room faster than I'd ever thought she could run.

She brought the newspaper in, and handed it to me. "You put my brother on a plane and now you want me to sit back and read the NEWSPAPER?" I spat the word at her. She didn't even care. My brother needed a career, and in America who'd help him? I'm guessing mum didn't think about THAT. I saw the title "Plane crash" and suddenly realized why mum had handed it to me. "No! No! No! He can't have! No! No! Please No!" I cried. I looked onto the page and looked at the names of the people who were dead. My brother was there. I started crying, I wanted my brother. But my mother had taken him away from me. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't know this would happen!" She said, begging for my forgiveness.
That was the prequel

"Mum, how could you do this?" I asked,looking into my mum's pleading eyes.
"I didn't mean for this to happen! I thought..." I looked at her, so angry I was crying. "Thought what? That the moment you put my DISABLED brother on that plane that everything would be fine and he'd come back, magically reappearing at back at home? That you could just remove the hurting that I'd feel once you told me?"

"And to top that all of I'd find out the next day my brother was DEAD? In a plane that YOU put him on, this is all your fault!" I started punching my mum, angry at her stupidity. "I hate you! I lost my brother because of you!" Mum was crying, but I didn't care. I'd lost my brother, she should suffer some now. "Just because he's not your son! You wanted him out of the picture. So you booked him a flight ticket to the other side of my world. You didn't even think about me! How I'd feel. Why, mum, why? Why did you do this to him? And me." I said, staring deep into her eyes. Her eyes were full of sorrow, but nothing could erase what she'd done. I would never forgive her. Ever. "Please, Kayleigh. Please." She grabbed my hand, but I let go. I couldn't stand it any more. I hit her, hard. She instinctively held her hand to her cheek. The way she looked at me...as if she didn't believe I just did that. But then, her eyes started watering. I think she finally might have realized how much my brother meant to me. "He was going mental, don't you remember? He hurt you, and the doctor said it wouldn't stop. I...I...just didn't know what to do. I booked him a flight ticket, and told him goodbye." Mum said, yet it still wasn't good enough.
"Why didn't I get to say goodbye?"I screamed, then I walked out the door, crying my eyes out. I slammed the door, and didn't look back.

I was cold. So cold. I was under a bus shelter, the only things I had were my clothes, myself and the cold air. I wanted to go into the warmth of my home...but I couldn't. I couldn't live with my mum any more. She wasn't even my real mother. Just a phoney. I lay down on the bus shelter seat, I had no idea of the time. Late at night, obviously. I just sat there and cried, wanting my little brother. I had only found out he had died today. My mum just randomly came out with the fact that she had stuffed him on a plane, after I asked if she knew where he was. I was shocked...I can't remember much...other than that I just went crazy. And when I read in the newspaper about the plane cra