What they said to me

All My fault.

5th October
Today, we browsed around shopping centers again, looking wistfully at the cream silk dresses. I knew in one week was the school disco. Everyone knew what they were wearing, except me. I pictured my self in one of those gorgeous dresses, my raven black hair pinned up, my icy blue eyes blazing. I just had to buy that dress! I HAD too. But with what money?
I was a run away now, with a hoodie obscuring my face, a little sister who no one could see. Together, we lived in the shadows. Us against the world.
We were browsing in John Lewis, when we came across the TV section. BIG mistake. On the news, they were doing the part about runaway children in South London. And guess whose photo flashed up for ten seconds on the news. There was a picture that was taken a few months ago, with me holding Meggi's hand, and with the other hand I held the baby, only 2 months then.
I froze. Although people were starting to go home, there were people still there. And it seemed everyone of them were looking at me.
I snapped into action mega fast. Someone tried to grab me, but i kicked 'em hard. I ran. Meggi Ran. We both ran, and people started to chase after us. I screamed! They were starting to corner us, and I decided I had no choice. I couldn't run to the door, there were too many people. I punched a hole in the glass wall behind me, and leapt through. Meggi climbed through afterwards, me helping Meggi. We were a team, and always have been. We kept running and running, until I noticed that my arm was bleeding horribly, and I had a gash on my wrist. There was another shopping center coming up.
Quickly, I distracted the staff by punching another whole in the glass, but this one wasn't to climb through. It was just a quick distraction so we could get inside and hide. We sprinted through the door, and I saw the bins. A memory if last night flashed in my mind. I tried to leap behind the bins, but I was two weak. I ended up weakly crawling on my hands and knees, a trail of blood dripping behind me. As soon as I got to the safe protection, I closed my eyes, because  not only the pain of my bleeding arm, but the pain of my dead sister, and my worried girl, and it was all my fault.
All my fault.