- Mum's POV -

I knew I shouldn't have shouted at her the way I did that morning it was totally uncalled for. She was just being a normal teenager trying to interact with her friends, why should I stop her because of her dad? I felt guilty all day. I am the one person she should be able to trust and shouting in her face like her dad used to will have brought back nothing more but bad memories. It took me half an hour to get home from where I worked, the whole way home I was close to crying. I was more than guilty. I shouldn't have sent Lauren to school and I shouldn't have shouted at her the way I did it was monstrous. Maybe I was just over thinking, I tended to do that a lot. I turned up the radio and Lauren's favourite song was on, Hurt by Christina Aguilera. I felt the tears starting to build up, the lyrics were so relevant. I never paid her as much attention as she deserved, I felt so heartless. She meant the world to me and I never told her that. I couldn't even remember the last time I told her I loved her. I could feel my heart physically hurting. I had treated her so badly. She is in no way shape or form a 'pathetic little girl' and I should never had said that.

I pulled up on the driveway and saw that her bedroom light was on, which was a good sign, she hadn't ran away which was one of my worries. As I was approaching the front door I heard a thud coming from above the porch, as if something had fell. I forced the key into the door and opened it immediately.

"Lauren, are you okay?" I shouted.

There was no reply. I automatically worried, it's a mothers first instinct. I ran in and out of every room in the house looking for her, when I got to the kitchen I noticed that there was a half drank bottle of vodka left on the side. Why had she been drinking my vodka? She should know not to do that, what if her dad came back, what if he's taken her. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't even breathe properly. I sprinted upstairs and shot my head left and then right, I seen a hand in the opening of the door.

"LAUREN!" I screamed.

I pushed open the door to see a silhouette of my beloved daughters fragile body surrounded with broken glass and pills, yet her face seemed happier than normal. I held her wrist to check for a pulse, and that's when I noticed. I pulled her jumper off her to reveal her anatomical figure. I was gasping for air.

"Lauren please don't do this to me, stay with me beautiful, I am so sorry, please."

I let her head rest gently on a towel whilst avoiding the pool of sick around her, I ran to get the phone.

"Hello ambulance please, I think my daughter has tried to commit suicide please get here fast I can't lose her she's the only thing I have, please."

I give the woman on the phone the details of where we live whilst staring at what looked like a still image of a skeleton. I should've done something when I was finding food in the bin and when she said she was going to eat at a friends and when she was always ill and especially when I found her looking at them Pro-Ana websites. This is all my fault, I could've stopped this. I'm such a bad mum, how could I let this happen to the one thing that means the most to me in my life. Maybe if I let her have the day off school this wouldn't have happened. I knelt down behind her head and played with her beautiful thick hair whilst laying a kiss on her forehead. Suddenly, the door opened and four men ran up the stairs, they were paramedics, they lifted Lauren's precious body onto a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance.