I climbed up on to the roof. I looked down again. More people were standing below. Astrid was being tended to by ambulance. My friends were staring up at me. Scared, eyes wide with tears.

I heard laughter. I turned to see Mildew.  He snarled.

He was battered, beaten. Dry blood clinged to him in the worst places. I saw something in his hand. A knife.

"Your mother... certainly...gave birth...to...a... good...one...to bad...you'll never see her...she left...both of...you...." He sneered.

I felt my face go slack.
"What? No. My mother, died..." I said.

He laughed.
"You should know the truth so you can die knowing. Your mother, my sister, is alive. She always has been. I forced her to leave you. Now. Time to die."  He sneered

My heart stopped when I heard this.

Moms...a-alive?  I thought.n

He threw the knife. I dodged just in time. He sneered. I looked back.

Maby I could jump... I thought.

I heard a click. My eyes widened as my heart stopped. I turned to see Mildew... holding a gun.

"Mildew... No..." I pleaded.
"And why shouldn't I?"
"You'll be sent to jail."
"So? It's better than having to put up with you."

He pulled the trigger.