the carpet. I can’t breathe, have to stop. The room tilts. Breathe. Breathe. You can do this.
Everything’s got to go.
Onto the ledge with the TV.
And out.
It roars, explodes in a dramatic smash of glass and plastic.
That’s it. Everything gone. Finished.
Dad crashes in. He stands for a moment, still and open-mouthed.
‘You monster,’ he whispers.
I have to cover my ears.
He comes over and takes me by both arms. His breath smells of stale tobacco. ‘Do you want
to leave me with nothing?’
‘There was nobody here!’
‘So you thought you’d wreck the place?’
‘Where were you?’
‘I was at the supermarket. Then I went to the hospital to visit you but you weren’t there. We
were all frantic.’
‘I don’t give a shit, Dad!’
‘Well, I do! I absolutely give a shit! This will completely exhaust you.’
‘It’s my body. I can do what I like!’
‘So you don’t care about your body now?’
‘No, I’m sick of it! I’m sick of doctors and needles and blood tests and transfusions. I’m sick
of being stuck in a bed day after day while the rest of you get on with your lives. I hate it! I hate all
of you! Adam’s gone for a university interview, did you know that? He’s going
to be here for years
doing whatever he likes and I’m going to be under the ground in a couple of weeks!’
Dad starts to cry. He sinks onto the bed and puts his head in his hands and just weeps. I don’t
know what to do. Why is he weaker than me? I sit next to him and touch his knee. ‘I’m not going
back
to the hospital, Dad.’
He wipes his nose on his shirt sleeve and looks at me. He looks like Cal. ‘You’ve really had
enough?’
‘I’ve really had enough.’
I put my arm round him and he leans his head on my shoulder. I stroke his hair. It’s as if
we’re floating about on a boat. There’s even a breeze from the open window. We sit for ages.
‘You never know, maybe I won’t die if I’m at home.’
‘It’d be lovely if you didn’t.’
‘I’ll do my A-levels instead. Then I’ll go to university.’
He sighs, stretches himself out on the bed and closes his eyes. ‘That’s a good idea.’
‘I’ll get a job, and maybe one day I’ll have children – Chester, Merlin and Daisy.’
Dad opens one eye briefly. ‘God help them!’
‘You’ll be a grandad. We’ll visit you loads. For years and years we’ll visit, until you’re
ninety.’
‘And then what? You’ll stop coming?’
‘No, then you’ll die. Before me. The way it’s supposed to be.’
He doesn’t say anything. Where the dark filters through the window and shadow touches his
arm, he seems to vanish.
‘You won’t live in this house any more, but somewhere smaller near the sea. I’ve got keys
because I visit you so often, and one day I let myself in
as usual, but the curtains aren’t open and the
post is on the mat. I go up to the bedroom to see where you are. I’m so relieved to see you lying
peacefully in bed that I laugh out loud. But when I pull the curtains, I notice your lips are blue. I
touch your cheek and it’s cold. Your hand’s cold as well. I say your name over and over, but you
can’t hear me and you don’t open your eyes.’
Dad sits up. He’s crying again. I hold him close and pat his back.
‘Sorry. Am I freaking you out?’
‘No, no.’ He pulls away, sweeps a hand across his eyes. ‘I better go and clear up outside
before it gets dark. Will you be all right if I go and do that?’
‘Sure.’
I watch him from the window. It’s raining hard now and he’s put his wellies on and an
anorak. He gets a broom and the wheelbarrow from the shed. He puts on gardening gloves. He picks
up the telly. He sweeps up the broken glass. He gets a cardboard box and piles all the books in it.
He even picks up the pages that lie shivering against the fence.
Cal turns up in his school uniform with his rucksack and bike. He looks sane and healthy. Dad
goes over and hugs him.
Cal dumps his bike and joins in the clearing up. He looks like a treasure hunter, ho lding each
ring up to the sky. He finds the silver necklace I got for my last birthday, my amberlite bracelet.
Then he finds ridiculous things – a snail, a feather, a particular stone. He finds a muddy puddle and
stamps in it. It makes Dad laugh. He leans on his broom and laughs out loud. Cal laughs too.
Rain batters softly at the window, washing them both transparent.
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