It’s a cold stormy night tonight. Bernadette and I are both in bed. I don’t know about Bernadette, but i’m terrified. I stay awake, shivering and thinking what might happen to Mother. I never liked her, never mind loved her, as a person, but I obediently loved her as a mother, even though she was never a good mother to me. It was scary thinking what might have happened to her. I’m just nodding off to sleep when I hear noises – like wheezes and coughs. They’re very faint, but I can hear them. I can hear Father’s soothing voice too, which is  rattly and shaky. I can also hear another strange voice. Suddenly there’s silence. Then there’s crying. My heart is thumping so fast I can’t count the beats. I rush out of bed and down the stairs. Bernadette bursts out of her room and follows me down. Father is on his knees and bawling crying, head in hands. A man – probably a doctor – is talking to him. But there’s no noise from Mother’s room. I put my hand over my mouth. She’s not. This is not happening. This is all some nightmare that I haven’t woken up from yet. Sobs are rushing out of my mouth and tears stream down my face. Bernadette clutches me, crying too. “Father!” I sob. “What happened?” “Your mother…she’s dead!” he says. PART 4 COMING SOON! SORRY I WOULD DO MORE BUT SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH THIS!

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