The Worst Day Of My Life

Francesca Peterson is just a normal teenage girl. With a best friend like no other, good grades and a loving family, how could life be better? But deep inside something still hurts, even though the physical pain is long gone. Will Frankie reveal all in an English essay, or will she keep quiet about the events of last year in order to try and forget?


8. Not strong enough.

When I get home, it is nearly dark and I'm extremely tired. After a quick tea of fish and chips I go upstairs to get ready for bed. I read a book in bed for about half an hot before slowly drifting to sleep. 

I can hear my mum softly snoring next to me and a dull light radiates from the corner of the room. The pain is so bad it's almost unbearable,  I let out a quiet whimper. 
Everything goes dark. Something cold shoots up my arm. Bemused and frightened, I try to lift my head of the lumpy pillow, but it's no use. I'm not strong enough. 

"Frankie, Frankie, what's wrong love?" My mum rushes into my room. "I could hear you crying!"
"I was asleep, mum" I answer, still shaking.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No mum, it was just the usual."
"Try and get to back to sleep then" she kisses my forehead and leaves the room.

I thought I was doing quite well, considering it was only a few months ago. Hardly any nightmares for a while and only a few flashbacks. But now, in the space of a few days, that has all changed. I thought I was strong, but I'm not.


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