The day after her death was weird. I remember it all so clearly, the whole family came over, but still i seemed more attached to my friend. Since she had coped with me, the previous night. We went out for dinner, and had a carvery! It was nice, although i felt sick, we all felt sick. I barely ate although i had two puddings! The next few days were the hardest, going back to school and seeing all the people. Telling me that they were sorry for my loss. Although, it wasn't a loss... Not really, she wasn't really a mother to me, she was harsh and abusive. No one told me how she died  i find out by the news. Yes, the BBC and Sky news! Reporting on my mothers murder! And how the man she left my dad for, stabbed her in the chest. Making all the blood pour from her body!
     The police came round almost every month talking to us about the court case, and all things related. The DI even came to her funeral! How loyal of them. In November  we got the delightful news that he got 17 years in askaban (I mean prison). But we also received the news that he beat her, he abused her. He had been reported for domestic abuse before, but on the day she died, he neighbours complained about noise. The police went over, and all seemed fine, they did not spell Ian Hopes address correctly, so they did not know about the abuse. This meant that they let him off with a warning, instead of locking that dirty scumbag up straight away. Of course it wasn't their fault entirely, it was her fault for staying with that bastard.

I find laughing about it and joking about what happened, actually helps!