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Sunday 4th November 2012

Another Day “BEEP BEEP, BEEP BEEP!” The sharp, merciless sound of Ellie’s alarm clock brutally dragged her out of her blissful dreams like a deadly strike to her skull. She desperately tried to hold onto the peaceful reverie she had experienced, hanging onto it with her fingertips like a wild animal being ripped from her natural habitat. But she couldn’t hold on forever. Filled with an empty hopelessness, she abandoned her fight and weakly opened her tired eyes as the alarm stopped. She hated the mornings; they were generally the hardest to get through. She almost had to tow her heavy feet out of her warm bed like they were ancient, rusted cars, reluctantly letting them drop onto the carpet of their own accord. Wiggling her toes in the cold morning breeze of the house, the girl glanced out of her window to the freezing, foggy world scratching at the glass. She could almost hear the keen-edged fingernails of the real world dragging along the smooth surface, trying to get into her mind. Along with the protruding fingers came the ragged, barbed breath of her cruel consciousness, disguising itself inside the mist that was climbing its way through the recesses of Ellie’s room through an open window. It chilled her bones to find that today was no different than any other. The girl dragged her algid hands across her face and tried to swallow the tight lump in her throat. Releasing a shaky sigh, she pulled her back ram-rod straight and shuffled to her window to face the outside world, to show the lurking evil that she would not give in, not yet. But it was as if they had heard her thoughts all the way from the shadows as they threw her greatest fear into her pallid face: it was her enemy and the very face of her despair, Chloe, walking to the bus stop across the road. The thick, ivory mist curled around her waist, her arms, her throat, like a triumphant, suffocating, greedy child grabbing a doll. Almost as a reflex, she suddenly stumbled back from the view of the street, wildly clutching at anything that could stop her from falling backwards. Banging into her chest of drawers, she squeezed her eyes shut and sunk down onto her messy floor. She pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes to stop the tears that were threatening to break through. Even when her eyes ached from the force of her hands, she held them there, her arms trembling from the strength being forced out of her muscles. The sudden knock on the door alarmed her. It was a strangely normal sound compared to the nefarious shrieking of the creatures outside her four walls. Slowly, Ellie’s door creaked open just as the girl shot into a crawling position, her hands deep in the papers on her floor. “Ellie, I heard a bang, are you okay?” Said Ellie’s mum as she stuck her head curiously round the edge of the door. “I’m fine.” Ellie couldn’t trust her voice to say more, in case it gave her away. She silently thanked herself for facing away from the door so her red eyes did not give the game away. “Okay...did you lose something?” A puzzled expression crossed her mother’s face as she observed her daughter frozen in a searching position on the floor. Silently willing her body to move, Ellie flicked a piece of paper over with two frozen fingers. “Urmm...I’m looking for my Science homework...” Ellie tried to ignore the slight catch in her throat as she thought of her last Science lesson. It hadn’t been too fun. Ellie slid her bag off her shoulder and dumped it down under her stool as she drew her eyes up to the PowerPoint presentation on the board. Sighing heavily, she grabbed her pen and

Elizabeth T.

English - Creative Writing

Community - Draft

Sunday 4th November 2012

started copying down the Learning Objectives just as Georgia and Chloe sat down opposite her. She diverted her eyes to her paper as Georgia and Chloe shot eachother a comical look. ‘Don’t think about them. Not this lesson. It’ll be alright.’ Ellie tried in vain to comfort her already frayed nerves. She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, taking deliberate concentration in writing the word ‘nitrogen’. Somewhere to her right, she heard Georgia cough, obviously trying to mask a laugh. ‘At least she has the dignity to make it a little less obvious...’ “So how is Ellie doing today?” Chloe leaned forward across the table and swayed playfully, like a kitten about to pounce. Ellie was just a toy to them, a victim who they could suck dry of her joy. Gathering her shaky voice, the courageous girl decided to make a go for it. After all, it was as bad as it could get already. “Why would you want to know?” Inquired Ellie, fixing a smirking Chloe and a giggling Georgia with a swift but powerful glance. “Well, why would anyone want to know how her bestie feels?” At this, Georgia let out a high-pitched squeak of laughter but quickly shut her mouth. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” Ellie gritted her teeth and set her jaws as the deep rage began to burn inside her wounded soul. Chloe was testing her limits. “Why, don’t you remember? We used to be best friends. Just you and me, just us.” With each stabbing word she came closer and closer, as if she wanted to plunge the dagger into Ellie herself. Ellie knew she was way past the point of holding it in. She felt one solitary tear make it down to her cheek, which she frantically wiped away with the back of her hand. Unfortunately, her mum saw that movement, even though she tried to hide it. Sighing, she came into the room and let Ellie crawl into her lap as she cradled her small, shaking body. “Another nightmare, sweetie?” She sighed. “No,” Ellie declared, her voice strong despite the wavering undertone. “This is the nightmare.”

Elizabeth T.

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