“HELLO?” I yelled down the hole, the noise echoing down the tunnel. “Who are you talking to?” My sister asked as he walked I in to my room. Then, without me saying a word, “Oh-“ I started to go in. “Jacob, NO,” she said, “I’m supposed to take care of you. You have no idea what’s down there!” “So?” I asked, “don’t you want to find out?” “No I definitely do not,” she replied, “There could be a murderer and I’m the one who’s meant to keep you safe.” “Then come with me.” “Nope.” “Suit yourself.”
I did a light jog down the stairs. I heard light footsteps coming down as well. I smiled.
“If I survive, can I go home?” “Where is home, Jacob? Is there really something called home? Or can it be where you chose it to be?” The man said. “I... I don’t understand.” “Don’t worry, you will soon.”
Jacob lay on the bed, silently crying. He knew he would die soon, even though he was only eleven.
Light slowly faded into dark. Jacob couldn’t see. He couldn’t breath. He was dead.
I wasn’t even that sad when dad died, because I knew I would be able to see him again. It wasn’t that hard either.
All I had to do was concentrate. Then turn the TV on.
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Spongebob was in the top left corner of the TV. My vision started going fuzzy at the edges. Soon, I couldn’t see Spongebob. Then, my hearing went funny and shut off any noise.
I changed the channel to Death on my mental TV remote.
“Good to see ya, Danny,” he said, “how are you?” “Good thanks, dad! What about you?” Mental-me replied. “Fine, apart from the fact I’m not exactly alive.” “Mmhm...” I said, nodding my fake head. “How are you seeing me?” He asked, after a pause. “I’m not sure,” I said, but then I realised someone was calling my name. From the real world. “I have to go,” I told dad, “but I’ll be back soon!” “Promise?” He asked, his voice sounding slightly doubtful. “Promise.”
I switched the channel back and shouted, “coming, mum!”
From then on, everyday I went back to the Death channel to see my dad again.
¥+ So sorry! I didn’t have much time again!+¥
I had a treehouse, when I was 12. I played in it every day with my friend Jacob. My older sister, Kate, said it was babyish, but I didn’t care.
One day, though, we were sword-fighting with the wooden weapons we made. Jacob’s wasn’t really a sword, more a spear, but I spent weeks on mine, all by myself. I was so proud of it! Even Kate said it was alright.
Then I heard my sister call us down. “Hey! Jack!” “What?” I yelled, defending Jacob’s attack. “Jacob’s mum is here!” “But we haven’t even played on the Xbox yet!” Jacob said. “Just get down here.”
We went down the ladder and Jacob got picked up, but then I played on the Xbox on my own in the treehouse.
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A few hours later, and mum still hadn’t called me in for dinner. I was getting worried, so I went to go check.
My breath drew short as I rounded the corner to mum’s bedroom. There was blood everywhere and she was lying on the bed, bullet holes scattered around her body.
My sister was next to her, lying on the floor, same scattering of gun shots.
¥+ Please can I have some ‘constructive criticism’, because I didn’t have much time? Thanks for reading anyway! +¥
