and I would appreciate any help that it does get! 
You will be able to tell as you read on, that writing is definetely not my strongest point!
This a section of my story, which is called hurting, although I am planning on changing the title
Thanks
Jade
"Mummy, I'm going shopping today," I began. "Beth and Ella are meeting me there."
My mother didn't answer me, she didn't even look at me. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Kate can't go anymore, she's grounded." I continued, pulling a bottle of pure white milk out of the fridge.
No answer. I turned around to face my mother, closing the fridge door. I looked at her carefully, narrowing my eyes. I called her again, but all she did was stare downwards onto the kitchen table. I began pouring the milk into a cup that I had pulled out of the cupboard.
"Mum, are you even listening to me?" I asked, turning to face her.
My mother finally looked up, and as she did, my eyes immediately widened.
Her eyes looked tired, old even, her plump lips were shaking uncontrollably and her long dark brown hair was tied back into a messy bun at the top of her head. I stared at her silently. She looked like an old woman, a frail old woman that would break into a million pieces if you touched her. She looked fragile, in fact, she looked broken.
I tried to think. I hadn't done anything had I? I froze. My heart beat faster than it ever had before. My mother hadn't found out about the fight I'd gotten into at school had she?
"Mum, what's happened?" I asked, biting my lip.
My mother didn't answer me. She just stared, like she had been doing since I entered the kitchen.
"Fine, ignore me. I'm going to shopping now, is it okay if I use your credit card?" I took one last sip out of my glass.
"What have I done to you?" My mum suddenly whispered.
"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Look at you." She spoke even quieter this time.
"What? Is my hair messy or something?" I said, panicked.
"Don't you see how spoilt you are?" My mum said, suddenly raising her voice.
"What!?" I practically screamed. "How dare you say that to me! I'm your daughter!"
All of a sudden, my mum burst out crying. As she cried, my heart skipped a beat. I'd seen my mother cry plenty of times, but I'd never seen her cry like this. She didn't only look broken now, she looked soulless. It looked as though everything she had had been ripped out of her. I should have said something, but I was afraid. I'd never seen my mother like this before. She sat there sobbing for what felt like hours while I simply watched her helplessly.
"Mum, what's wrong?" I finally managed to say.
My mother didn't answer me, she just stared at me for a minute or so. I was beginning to doubt whether she was going to answer me at all. I was about to ask again when my mum finally spoke.
"Sit down darling." She croaked.
"What's hap..." I began.
"Just sit down." She interrupted me. "Please."
I did as my mother said, mostly because I was afraid of making her cry again. I pulled the chair from under the table and slowly sat down. I looked at my mother once more. She was chewing at her lip and she was slowly, and rather nervously rubbing her hands together. Her lips were quivering again but she had managed to stop crying.
"Mum, what's happened." I felt an uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach. "Please tell me."
"Its..." My mum tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ear. "It's..."
"Mum, please." I begged.
"It's Emily." She suddenly burst out crying again.
Charlie
I wonder if Connagh's home, I thought as I turned past the park. Well, what was left of the park anyway. The play area for the younger children had been burnt down, most likely by a some kind of gang, and there were broken bottles of cider scattered randomly across the black tarmac. I noticed that there were a gang of teenagers, a bit older than me maybe, standing beside the graffiti covered swing set. I didn't say anything to them, they could have been dangerous, and knowing the people around Amber Fountains, they probably were. I walked past the park silently and carried on walking along the street.
After ten minutes or so, I finally reached Connagh's house. He better be in, I thought as I jogged casually up the stairs that lead to his slightly battered front door. I sighed heavily and rung the doorbell. No answer. I rung the doorbell again. I was about to turn away when I heard the door creak open. Standing in front of me was Lindsay, Connagh's sister.
"Sorry, I was on the phone." She smiled sweetly.
"No problem, "I smiled. "Is Connagh in?"
"Yeah, I'll get him for you now." Lindsay winked as she turned around.
Lindsay was wearing a revealing, bright orange skirt which matched her flaming hair, and she wore a slightly dirty white vest top that you could easily see her bright pink bra through. As she turned around, she stumbled slightly. She was obviously slightly drunk.
"Connagh!" Lindsay shouted. "Charlie's here!"
"Tell him to come upstairs!" I heard Connagh's deep voice call back.
"You heard the man." Lindsay winked for the second time, turning to me.
I smiled back at her and entered the house. Connagh's house was definitely not the cleanest of all houses but it wasn't much worse than mine to be honest. I ran up the creaky stairs and headed into Connagh's bedroom, opening his door.
On the bed was Connagh, Aston and Jacob. They were all wearing hoodies and tracksuits except for Connagh, who was wearing his pair of dark denim jeans. Each one of them had a bottle of Stella in their hands.
"Hey, what's up?" Connagh asked, his smile slightly curved.
"My dad's bein' a bastard again." I laughed, hiding how angry I felt. "Pass us a bottle."
Connagh got off of his bed and opened a cardboard box containing many bottles of Stella. He picked one up and threw it to me, I caught it effortlessly. I took the cap off the bottle and dipped the drink as I sat down on the chair that was at the end of Connagh's bed.
"What you guys been up to then." I asked, sipping the beer again.
"Not much really." Jacob shrugged.
"We've just been listening to music and stuff." Connagh said, running his hand through his bright ginger hair.
"Cool." I answered casually.
After many songs on Connagh's stereo and several bottles of Stella each, we were beginning to get bored. It had been a few hours since I'd left my house and come to Connagh's by now. I like Connagh's room. It was cool because it seemed to suit Connagh's personality. There were countless amounts of posters hung on his walls, mostly sport posters, and his clothes were scattered across his bedroom floor. His television was old and it didn't actually work, I wasn't sure why he had it in the first place to be honest. There wasn't much in the way of furniture in his room though. He had a wooden double bed, a small wooden cupboard that matched his bed and the old computer chair that I was sitting on at the end of his bed.
I was on my third bottle of beer when Connagh began talking.
"Hey, you guys wanna go to the park or something?" He asked, sipping his beer.
"Sure, " Aston replied. "It's gettin' pretty boring here."
"There was a gang in the park though when I was on my way here." I commented.
"Oh well, they're probably gone anyway." Aston shrugged.
"Even if they are still there, we can easily scare 'em off." Connagh snickered.
"Good point." Jacob smiled, getting up from the bed.
All three of us left Connagh's room, carrying an new bottle of Stella each, and headed for the front door, passing Lindsay on the way.
"Where are you guys going?" She asked as we passed.
"Park." Jacob answered, looking at the mirror at the bottom of Connagh's staircase.
"Can I come?" Lindsay asked, rather excitedly.
"Sure." Connagh shrugged.
Lindsay smiled happily and grabbed a black jacket that was hanging on the stairs banister. She put it on, zipping it up, as we headed down the stairs that led into the street.
As we neared the park, I noticed that the gang we saw earlier were still there. Damn, I thought, how much time can you possibly spend in a park? Only a few seconds later, Connagh, Lindsay, Aston and Jacob noticed the gang that were still stood by the swing set. Everyone sighed in annoyance, except for Connagh who for some reason, seemed to be smiling. He always did like fights.
We entered the park and sat down beside the other swing set, which was right next to the one the gang were standing by. At first, neither gang said anything. There were a few glances between us, but no one said anything. I looked at the gang. There were three boys and two girls. By looking t them, they all looked about eighteen years old. The one boys, who was clearly the leader, had dark black hair and was chewing gum while staring at us. They were all wearing old jeans or tracksuits and they were all wearing hoodies. The one girl was different though.
She was wearing a very expensive looking pair of skinny jeans, a dark blue top which was slightly covered by the pure white cardigan that was tied neatly around her thin waist. Her hair was bleach blonde, obviously dyed, and she was wearing a pair of blue and white high heels. It was strange. She didn't fit in around here, she looked out of place. Even the way she was standing made her look out of place in the small park.
I was about to ask Aston what he thought of the girl when the boy with the black hair spoke.
"What the hell are you lookin' at?" He spat at me.
"Don't speak to him like that, freak." Connagh hissed, before I had the chance to say anything.
"I wasn't speaking to you!" The boy snapped, spitting his chewing gum out onto the floor.
The dark haired boy got up off of the swing he was sitting on and began walking towards us rather hastily.
"Lee!" The girl with bleach blonde hair called after him. "Leave it, please."
Lee ignored the girls request and within a few seconds, he was standing right in front of Connagh.
"Who the hell do you think you are, speakin' to me like that." Lee spat.
"Who the hell do you think you are, more like." Connagh replied, snickering.
All of a sudden, Lee pulled his arm back and clenched his hand into a fist. He shot it forward, hitting Connagh across his nose. Connagh stumbled as he lifted his hand onto his face. Dark blood began trickling from his nose and his dark blue eyes glared at Lee, who by now, was snickering. Connagh gritted his teeth as he pulled back his arm behind his head and swung it back at Lee, hitting his eye. The next thing I knew, Connagh and Lee were beating each other, both punching and kicking whenever they got the chance.
The gang by the swings were shouting, laughing and cheering their friend on as well as Aston, Jacob and Lindsay. The only two people that weren't cheering their friends on was me and the girl with the bleach blonde hair. She looked terrified. Her dark brown eyes were opened wide and her bright red lips were quivering. I wasn't cheering or laughing because I was trying to break up the fight.
"He's not worth it!" I shouted, grabbing Connagh while standing in between him and the other boy.
"You stay out of this kid!" Lee hissed, punching me in the face.
I couldn't help but let go of Connagh, and the second I did let go of him, he began hitting Lee again. I fel to the floor like an old rag doll, and by the time I had gotten up, the atmosphere had changed completely.
Lee was staring straight ahead of him, focusing on one point, and everyone else had been silenced completely. Everyone looked focused, afraid even. Everyone except for Connagh, who was smiling rather sinisterly. In his pale skinned hand there was a small, black pocket knife.
Connagh jumped onto Lee, pinning him to the hard floor. As Connagh slashed Lee's arm, Lee managed to push Connagh off of him and leaped up. I stared at the wound that was now pouring blood until my senses finally knocked in.
"Con! Leave it!" I shouted. "please!"
Both Connagh and Lee ignored me, they didn't take their eyes off of each other.
"Lee, I want to go home!" The blonde girl shouted, rather unexpectedly.
Like they had done with me, they completely ignored the blonde girl, and carried on fighting and struggling. I kept shouting, and so did the blonde girl, but neither of the boys even looked at us. My heart was racing by now and there was a river of cold sweat running down my forehead. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't watch my friend risk his life like this. I ran in between the two boys, like I had done earlier, and grabbed Connagh on his arm. He struggled as he tried to loosen my grip but I held him as if my life depended on it.
After ten seconds or so, Connagh finally stopped. He stared at me, gritting his teeth like some kind of vicious animal. I calmly let go of his bruised arm. I was about to speak when Connagh pulled back his arm and hit me as hard as he could across my face. For the second time, I stumbled and fell to the ground, hitting it hard as I did so.
Everything from then on was slow, too slow. It was as if everything had been put on slow motion, making it easier for me to remember. But the truth was that everything wasn't in slow motion, in fact, it was all over in the matter of seconds.
"Noooo!" I heard a high pitched voice cry.
I quickly jumped up, my senses returning immediately, and standing in front of me was Connagh, Lee and the bleach blonde girl. On Connagh's left arm, there was a small slit that was oozing dark red blood. Connagh's face twisted completely as he stared coldly at the liquid that was slowly running down his arm. But it was the girl who scared me the most. Her eyes were blazing with fear, her lips shaking uncontrollably and there were perfect crystal tears sliding down her bright red cheeks.
Every time I think of the girl that's what I see. But the worst thing of all was that while this was happening, she wasn't looking at Connagh, Lee or anyone in the gangs. She was looking at me, hopelessly. That's when it happened. Connagh pulled his arm backwards and jolted it straight ahead of him. It sped through the winter air until it hit the girl, without any hesitation.
The girl slowly collapsed to the floor, still not taking her eyes off of me, and lay on the floor; crying. The next thing I knew, every single person in the park was running. I couldn't run. I was doing the exact same thing as the girl. I was staring. I stared at her as her eyes slowly began closing. The more they closed, the faster my heart beat. I felt like curling up into a ball and staying there, untouched for the rest of my life. Nothing felt real.
"Charlie!" Connagh screamed. "Come on!"
Connagh grabbed me and pulled me with him as he ran out of the park and into the deserted street. I could run now. I ran faster than I had ever run before. As we neared the main road, I saw everyone. Aston, Jacob and Lindsay were running towards Connagh's street, while the other gang, including Lee, were running into a small housing estate. Connagh was still gripping my arm, almost as though he himself was afraid. Without saying a single word, I pulled his arm off of me and ran along the pavement in front of me.
I ran away from everyone. I ran far away form the park, and even further away from Connagh's house. I ran away from the girl that had been left, lying unconscious and dying. I may have run away from her, but there was one thing I couldn't do. I tried the hardest I had ever tried to do anything in my life, but it was impossible. I couldn't, and never would, forget the girls face as she fell helplessly to the black, tarmac floor of the park.