It woke up; and looked at its decaying body dressed in white. The body screamed. Red roses where climbing up the side of her stone bed. They twisted around the body’s thin grey ankles. Its withering hands groped at the air trying to catch something. Its hands caught hold of something. A rose appeared in its hand and then started to wilt. The world around the body started to smoke and shoulder. The leaves started to curl and burn. The world burnt to a crisp and only the body was left; now flaming and black.

The swing swung It swung Her eyes, big and round Swam in the beautiful view Up here her voice was loud Down there, her voice was squashed Her dreams were quashed The city was far below Far below her very toes But up here the music was mellow Oh the bees fly Oh how they try To get back alive Their wings so small They dip and dive Then it’s all over The girl slipped She screamed But no one could save the poor girl above the city From falling Into her very mothers arms Now limp and much less pretty

My heart ached. I felt so alone and confused. The one person who got me. I had to do it: I had to leave them. It was far too dangerous with every man, women and child knowing my name. I had to leave him; I had to... Didn't I or was this whole thing a massive mistake? Would he understand or would he think of me as a murderer just like the others? No, he wouldn't and that is why I had to go. I picked up my bag and started to make the long journey to make my mark. I finally arrived at the church and lingered outside wondering if it would be better at night. I decided it was so I sat down and before I could even take off my bag I fell asleep. I woke up in the darkness of the night. I took out my camera and started to record. ” I want to let you know that I am innocent and this is why I have to do this. I have been wrongly accused of murder. And because of that, I have realised everyone goes bad and if they don't they die first. So that's what is happening I will never be evil I will die first and sacrifice myself for you so you no longer have to live in fear. Goodbye.” My hands were shaking as I still holding the camera climbed onto the cross and tied my waist to it. Then I got out a stake and drove it through my heart. For a moment everything stayed the same. Then it was black. Black like a cloak. Black like the night sky. Black like ink. Black like light never existed. Then nothing. I could feel nothing but I could still think until...

I’ve dreaded this day for the entirety of my life. The shadows danced above my head; sweeping me off my feet as talons clawed and ripped at my bloody corpse. The shadows lifted me into the heavens and it was beautiful. The clouds lived in a haze of pink and yellow. The beauty lasted an exceptional few second before the shadows came at me again. They ripped and gnawed me with there whispy white teeth as they savaged me like hungry wolves. My lungs found the air harsh and raw; small dots of light appeared in front of my eyes. I started to fall. And I didn't stop. The ground came rushing up to confront me. My eyes filled with tears. Why did it have to be me? Why was I chosen in this competition? Why did the shadows pick me? I am not the only child you was born on the 13th. I remembered what my mother wrote when I was small. She wrote me a letter. Dear my only daughter, You were born on the 13th of a month. This means that when you turn 13 there is a competition only people who are born on the same day as you are picked. YOU may be selected. If you are, the shadows will torment you on the day of your birthday. Then after 2 days, you will compete against God himself in a series of challenges. If you win you survive and will move to the next world the world am in not one 13 has ever gotten in. So if you fail the shadows will destroy your soul and torture you for eternity. This may be hard for you but you must succeed if you are chosen God no longer knows what love is you have to use that against him. Teach God to love or the world will surely crumble. Love mum I remember this now and I can imagine the hope that glistened in my mum's eyes as she wrote it. My body smashed against the ground and for the first time in my life I smiled. I opened my eyes and sat up. My mind racing I looked around and saw 15 guns pointing at my head. I closed my eyes and screamed.

Walk. Run. Run! Keep on running and never look back. But I did and there he was looking at me chasing me. Getting closer. Too close. I dodged and weaved as his flailing arms tried to grab me. I would not get caught. They would not find me. That celebrity would leave me alone forever. My hands shook; I ran around the corner. Waiting, waiting and slowly I pulled the gun out of my pocket; he walked around the corner. The gun raised itself so it was pointing at his chest. His shirt was drenched in blood before I knew what was happening. It blossomed like flowers across the white shirt. Looking at what I had done I saw the life leave his eyes. Never again. I would never kill again. I would never look into someone’s dying eyes. Never again see their faces go cold. Never again watch someone fall to the floor. I sat down and pulled the body closer to me. I looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to myself, “but I loved him too much, I had to save him. Two years ago, I would have been glad to get rid of him but not anymore: not now that I had fallen in love with him.