• As heavy metal music blared out from the black radio on the bedside table Jess screamed into her dark purple pillow. How dare her Mother take the painting back, it was her right to have that painting. Jess had every right to take it, by right, it was hers.
    Jess looked up from her pillow just in time for her Mother to walk in through the open door, "Listen Jess, I know your sister said you could have the painting but I just think we should keep all of her belongings in her room." Her Mother walked coser to Jess and stroked her head slowly, "Alright dear?" Jess glared at her Mother from under her black bangs and her Mother flinched from the look. Jess could always make her Mother regret hurting her.
    Jess sat up from the bed and turned away from her Mother, "Please leave." She waited to hear the door slam but when it didn't she turned and found that she was alone. She didn't even hear her Mother leave. Jess laughed at herself it was funny how a person, like her Mother for example could go from Mum to Mother in one sentance. Jess laughed, it was more like one argument. Well, the proof just walked out of her room.
    Jess rolled her eyes, What was the point in having a room for someone who has been dead for 8 months? As she laid her pillow back on her bed and sat down, a sudden rush of tirdness overwhelmed her and she stood up and walked over to the big window. Catching a glimps of her Mother's head as she slowly made her way over to the letterbox Jess roughly pulled the curtains closed. But not before her childishness got the better of her and she stuck her tounge out at her Mother's retreating back.
    Jess's room was plunged into semi-darkness and as Jess made her way towards her bed, she shrugged off her black jacket and drapped it over the chair at her desk. Lying down on her bed Jess was instantly overwhelmed by her sudden need to sleep and was unconcious in a matter of seconds.