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
I sit on my bed and watch the doctor and my Mum talking. I can see them, but I can’t hear them. My Mum waves her hands in the air and it looks as if she is yelling at the doctor. I turn away and look through my window, I can’t help but stare. “Killian,” my Mum says. I look over. Both her and the doctor were looking at me. “Yeah?” I reply.
We pull up into our driveway. Our house looks normal, look as if no one is home. I take my belt off and open the car door. I stand and stare at our house; I close the door behind me and wait for my Mum. “There you go sweetheart, home sweet home.” She says happily. I look over to her and back at the house. I can’t help but feel something is a bit off. My Mum walks in front towards the door, I follow not far behind her. She puts her key in t
A new day approaches. I wake up in my hospital room. Silence fills the room. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I will be forever on pills to control my sanity. Who wants to live like that? Knock, knock