Creative Writing: An Inspector Calls

Ugh the seats wet I think to myself, I take a few swipes of the bench to push off as much water as I can before taking a seat. Where is mum, I wonder, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I dial in the number and the soft buzzing begins.
"Hey, mum where are you?"
"If you would like to leave a message please press, 1"
"What is she doing" I mutter, ending the call.
This happens another four times before I give up and start playing on my phone. My temper is picking up.
"Why can't you just fly straight!" I just mutter a bit too loudly and a passer by gives me an odd look.

Two hours pass, still no one has come for me. I begin to walk home with my anger clearly shown by my face. I storm through the front door, I'm furious with mum and I'm going …show more content…

"Tom!" She calls down the hallway
"Yes" i reply.
"Will you come here" she says with a slight sadness in her voice
I spring off my bed and walk down the hallway to the kitchen where my sister, Emily is standing with a cold look on her face.
"Whats the matter?" I ask
"We need to go to the hospital, so things happened to mum." She says, barely holding back her …show more content…

"14e, the third one on the left" says the receptionist with a fake smile
"Thanks" replies my dad, looking away quickly
We walk down the corridor me and my sisters tailing my dad.
"Wait here" he speaks softly as he enters the room. Me and my sisters slowly take a seat of the red leather chairs outside the ward.

10 minutes later a man in a white coat exits the ward and crouches next to me and my sisters.
"Your mother is doing well" he speaks with a smile.
"Although she may be in the hospital for a week or two, but she will be able to come out, once she has recovered....from her breast cancer"

He chatted with us for another ten minutes,
"You can go in to see her now" he speaks briefly before turning right and walking down the hallway.
The look on my sisters faces are dark and sad, as my eldest sister Emily pushes the door open with a click. My dad is sitting in a red leather chair next to my mother. An Erie silence fills the air, I look down at my shoes so no one can see I'm tearing up.
"I should be able to come out for a week" my mum speaks.

The next day of school is a complete drag I just can't stop feeling that I am responsible for my mums cancer. What if she dies I think to myself I begin to cry at the