We had come to some sort of an arrangement. In February 2012 police came round my house when i had my friend over, probably my only friend at that time. I knew something was wrong since they normally talked to all of us instead of just dad. Then when they left, and dad called me downstairs i knew what must of happened. I walked downstairs and sat down, Alex was sitting next to me and i had no idea how he would take it. The dad came in and simply said 'Your mother is dead. Her and Ian were in a fight.She is dead.' Alex sat there, emotionless, and i stared at the door. I hugged my dad and his girlfriend and i ran upstairs crying and i fell into my best friends arms. I blurted out what dad told me and we sat there for a while. Which wrecked our night of watching the Simpsons movie. We had an early night, and spent the next day with my family. I remember everything about that night, even now, a year later (almost).

I do not normally cry, hardly ever. She was not worth my tears, but i gave them anyway.