Me and my mum didn't suspect a thing. She went to bed early and I remember me and my mum talking about her and how she was going to have the next day off school to recover. We did not know she was to never see her school friends again.
Later that evening, before I went to bed, I went into her room and the last time I ever touched her she was burning with a temperature and did not want me to touch her again and flinched away. She did not talk much and I thought, again, that she had just caught a bug at school, the school she loved. I then went about my routine and went to bed.
About 4 in the morning, I got woken by the sound of my mum hastily walking in and out of my sister's room. I thought the 'flu' she had caught had got worse and investigated. I asked my mum, poking my head out of my bedroom, which was situated next to Beren's, 'what's going on?'. My mum told me sharply to go back to bed and stay there. Not wanting to get in the way, I did so. I could not sleep and soon I looked out the window, knowing that my darling Beren was being taken away. An ambulance was sitting outside. The doors closed. Silence surrounded our farmhouse as the ambulance drove off.
Hastily, I rang my dad, who lived 14 miles away, to see if he knew what was going on. He said he was on his way to the hospital and I was to stay at home. It was heart-wrenching.
Later in the morning, at around 8 o'clock, my mum rang when her partner got home from his night shift. I was told that his dad was coming to collect us from our house and take us to the hospital. In my mind, I could imagine that Beren was lying in a hospital bed and I went into her room to find her teddy.