As soon as I awake, my Mum is sat next to my bed. The look on her face can explain a thousand words. She looks beyond worried.
“How are you feeling” she asks as she strokes my cheek.
“I don’t feel right. I have a weird headache; I can’t explain it.” I answer.
“Well now you have come around maybe the party will help you. I’ll ask the doctor to do a last check on you.” She suggests.
I am really not in the right frame of mind to go to a party with a bunch of people I hate.
“Yeah maybe…” I reply.
The doctor walks through the door and gives a smile.
“So are you up for the party Killian?” he asks.
“Not really but I’ll go for the sake of making things right with Donnie and his family.” I reply.
“Good. I must do a few checks now if that’s OK?” he says as he gets his pen torch.
“Why suddenly do I n
We arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. It is dark, silent. Donnie only lives 5 minutes away from here via a shortcut path.“Ready for some real scary stuff?” he laughs.“I don’t mind scary.” I say with a slight smile.“Good Saunders. No pain, no gai
I wake up and find myself in a different hospital room. I look down at my hands they’re bandaged up.“Killian you’re awake!” My Mum shouts with joy.I just sat and look at her. I can’t speak as I have a bandage all around my head.“The doctor will
Dead Man’s Woods, my favorite place. Here is what makes me, here is what completes me. I sit and look at the woods high up in a tree. I need to think and figure out how my plan can go ahead for my revenge without getting caught.Suddenly I hear voices below. I quietly climb down to see who is was. I recognize their voices. To my surprise it was Xane and Alex. Jump down behind them.“Thanks for the permanent make over, I appreciate it!”
As every day does, it starts with the sun rising and waking up in a bed. My parents told me this week that I’m moving into a new school. I start today and I’m feeling nervous. I open my drawers and scan through the many coloured t-shirts. I grab a white t-shirt, then I knock the draw shut with my hip. I open the drawer below and find my dark blue skinny jeans and a black belt with plain white metal studs; I grab them too and kick the draw shut. I glance to the right side of the drawers. There sits multiple brands of sneakers and boots on a metal shoe rack. I slowly bend down and grab my high maroon doc martens, I then stumble to the back of my door. There on my door is a wooden coat hanger which holds my coats and some hoodies. I look from left to right and dec
I awoke in the school’s nurses’ office. I look around and no one is there. I look to my right side and see handcuffs attached around my right wrist. I pulled and pulled, but it's locked onto the bed rail. The nurse and doctor enter the room.“Hello Lync, how are you feeling?” The nurse asks. “
I walk into my bedroom, close my door, and shut my curtains because I want to be alone. I place my back against the door and slowly slid to the floor. My bedroom is dark and silent and I can hear my Mum and Dad argue in the living room downstairs. This is day 3 of the arguments. I know this move won’t be ideal; I know we won’t be happy because we have left all of our family and friends behind. I can only hear parts of the arguments and all my Dad can bring up is that he regrets moving. This is a selfish decision that my Mum has made and we should have discussed it as a family matter rather than her taking it upon herself to go ahead with the new job. The shouting, Banging, smashing, crying and sc
I find myself still running. Running away from everything, I am always good at that. Suddenly I stop, I’m surrounded by trees, leaves and logs. It doesn’t take me long to realize that I am in dead man’s woods. I walk over to a log and sit down. I try to think about what has just happened back at home, but... I can’t remember. It’s like I have some sort of amnesia. The more I try to remember, the angrier I become. Last thing I remember is speaking to my Mum in the kitchen.
I awake in a hospital bed, alone in a single room. I try to move, but they’ve cuffed both my arms to the rails on either side of me. I look over to my right hand and realize I have a plaster cast on my hand up to my elbow. But they even cuff that to the bed. ‘What’s going on?’ I think. The door opens. It was my Mum. “Hi darling, how are you feeling?” she asks sweetly. I just look at her. I can’t remember what happened. I remember coming to hospital ab