Diana
Losses
Diana's P.O.V
"Diana Parkerson, it's one in the morning and you have school in less then seven hours. What are you doing up?"
I heard my mother yell from outside my door, forgetting that my younger brother was asleep down the hall. I got up from my desk and opened the soor to let her in.
"Shh, Peter is alseep." I informed in a hushed voice. And she made a face that clearly said 'oopies.' "What are you still doing up?" Mum repeated her earlier question.
"I am just finishing up some English homeword." She nodded her head and then smiled at me, a tired and sad smie though. "Okay, but go to bed now, baby." She laughed, knowing how much I hated be called 'baby'. i nodded my head and shut the door behind her when she walked out.
I went back over to my desk and began to put all my books away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket when it buzzed. I raised an eyebrown at the person who sent the message. It was from my best friend, Amber Styles.
A STYLES: You up, bubz?
D PARKERSON: Yep, you okay?"
Amber wasn't unually the person to message or call me at one o'clock in the bloody morning, so I did find this rather strange.
A STYLES: Can't sleep.
D PARKERSON: Why?
A STYLES: I have this very weird feeling. I wonder what feeling she was having, cause I have this weird feeling too.
A bad feeling, like something terrible was going to happen soon. After that very little conversation, Amber didn't text me back.
I sighed and put my phone on the table to to my bed so it could charge, I turned of my lamp and decided to go to bed. Within minutes of my head hitting my pillow, I had fallen asleep.
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"Aghhhh!" I bolted awake at the sound of my little brother screaming, he was most likely having another nightmare. Poor Peter. I crawled out from the comfort of my warm bed and walked down the hall to Peter's room.
I opened the door to find the eleven year old tossing and turning. I kneeled down beside his bed and shook his shoulders while calling his name.
"Peter?" I said and shook his shoulders a bit harder since he didn't wake up the first time. He jerked awake and instanly wrapped his arms around my neck as he hugged me tightly. I hushed him as I wrapped my arms around his small waist.
"What's the matter?" My mother was standing in the door way, face covered in concern for her youngest child.
"It's okay mum, I got him." Mum was hesitant for a moment, before moving from the doorway back to her room. "Diana?" Peter was looking up at me with Blue teary eyes.
"Hmm?" I said and the next thing he said made me want to kill that man that was meant to be our father. "Why does dad hate us?" "no, he doesn't?" He wiped away tears.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Diana Parkerson, it's one in the morning and you have school in less then seven hours. What are you doing up?"
I heard my mother yell from outside my door, forgetting that my younger brother was asleep down the hall. I got up from my desk and opened the soor to let her in.
"Shh, Peter is alseep." I informed in a hushed voice. And she made a face that clearly said 'oopies.' "What are you still doing up?" Mum repeated her earlier question.
"I am just finishing up some English homeword." She nodded her head and then smiled at me, a tired and sad smie though. "Okay, but go to bed now, baby." She laughed, knowing how much I hated be called 'baby'. i nodded my head and shut the door behind her when she walked out.
I went back over to my desk and began to put all my books away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket when it buzzed. I raised an eyebrown at the person who sent the message. It was from my best friend, Amber Styles.
A STYLES: You up, bubz?
D PARKERSON: Yep, you okay?"
Amber wasn't unually the person to message or call me at one o'clock in the bloody morning, so I did find this rather strange.
A STYLES: Can't sleep.
D PARKERSON: Why?
A STYLES: I have this very weird feeling. I wonder what feeling she was having, cause I have this weird feeling too.
A bad feeling, like something terrible was going to happen soon. After that very little conversation, Amber didn't text me back.
I sighed and put my phone on the table to to my bed so it could charge, I turned of my lamp and decided to go to bed. Within minutes of my head hitting my pillow, I had fallen asleep.
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"Aghhhh!" I bolted awake at the sound of my little brother screaming, he was most likely having another nightmare. Poor Peter. I crawled out from the comfort of my warm bed and walked down the hall to Peter's room.
I opened the door to find the eleven year old tossing and turning. I kneeled down beside his bed and shook his shoulders while calling his name.
"Peter?" I said and shook his shoulders a bit harder since he didn't wake up the first time. He jerked awake and instanly wrapped his arms around my neck as he hugged me tightly. I hushed him as I wrapped my arms around his small waist.
"What's the matter?" My mother was standing in the door way, face covered in concern for her youngest child.
"It's okay mum, I got him." Mum was hesitant for a moment, before moving from the doorway back to her room. "Diana?" Peter was looking up at me with Blue teary eyes.
"Hmm?" I said and the next thing he said made me want to kill that man that was meant to be our father. "Why does dad hate us?" "no, he doesn't?" He wiped away tears.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
12/5/13