The house that held so many of my memories began to change. The bright walls that were covered in pictures of my family had turned dark and rotten. The wooden floorboards creaked as my feet dragged my body away from the door.
The door.
It wasn’t bright red anymore that allowed the light of the outside world to enter. Instead, it was covered in cobwebs; darkness was the only thing to be seen through the two narrow windows.
The wind howled louder and louder. I knew it wouldn’t be long. The consequences of my decisions were dawning on me. But I didn’t regret them. If I could relive the last few days, I wouldn’t change a thing. Saving this little girls life, who now hid behind my legs, from the retched king was a decision I wouldn’t change.
I had prayed to the gods of past kings and queens for mercy on both of us. I hope it’s enough.
Then, a pair of glowing red eyes appeared through the windows of the door. The room fell silent and so did the wind. The door creaked open as a gust of black smoke filled the dimly lit room and circles us. This was it. He was here.
With the final flickering of the lights, I took a deep breath, knowing I had done everything I could to save us.
Dear family and friends, This letter will be left at my farewell party as I can’t tell this to your faces. I can’t stand to see the look of pain, shock and disgust that will be written on your faces. I hope you can forgive me but for now this is the last goodbye. Sadly, I must leave and start a new life. Somewhere away from all the pain and sadness that surrounds me. I wish I could stay and spend more time with you, but I can’t. Not after everything that has happened. You are all amazing and I’ll remember the memories we made together. I’ll remember your laughs and smiles. The way you would support me and be there for me. I’ll never forget you.
When the car came and hit me and Rose, everything happened like a flash. The blood was all over the stone cold ground. The pain I was in was unbearable and when I slowly turned my head to see Rose, it was like time had stood still. She lay on the floor motionless, not moving and the smile she always wore was gone. If I didn’t ask her to meet me on that day, she might have still been here. She might have still been alive and for that I can never forgive myself.
Now it is time for me to leave. For me to start over again and forget what happened. I’m sorry for having to write this to you instead of saying it to your faces, but I just can’t do it. I can’t stand to see the disappointment and sadness on your faces. Maybe one day I’ll see you again but for now this is the last goodbye.
With love, Margaret.
I could hear my feet thudding against the muddy ground. Trying not to slip, I tried to keep my focus on where I was going on not on the person behind me. My feet began to slip and slide against the wet muddy ground. The rain hammered into the ground and didn’t help me at all. Everything was quiet apart from the man behind me!
He kept shouting “run” and that’s what I did. My feet never stopped. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. Nothing in the world would make me go back to that place and I knew that if I did stop then he would catch up to me. My mind kept going back to that place and the terror I felt. The dark room and cold floor made that place be even more menacing and terrifying. Suddenly, I slipped on a piece of mud and landed on the ground. That was it. My hopes and dreams of escaping that place was over.
Looking behind me, I could see the large dark figure walk up towards me. As he whispered “run”, I knew it was over. This was it. This was the end for me. What was I going to do now?
Sitting in a posh restaurant, Lucy looked at the man in front of her. His greasy hair looked worse in person and his breath wasn’t any better. Every time he leaned across the table to grab a piece of food, the smell of his breath made her want to throw up. He had the worse smile every and made her feel uncomfortable. As his smile was so wide and large, it made Lucy feel like she was in a horror movie and he was about to do something sinister.
Grabbing her drink, Lucy asked him about himself but his personality wasn’t any better than his breath. Sipping her drink, she wanted to get away and leave the date quickly. She always hated blind dates. You never knew what you would be getting or if the person on the picture looked the same in person. Sadly, this time he matched his picture exactly.
The man across the table was called Mark. Hating his date as well, he looked at Lucy across the table. Her messy hair infuriated him and made him want to curl up into a ball. He high pitches voice drove him crazy as he felt like his ears would burst any second. Looking away, he wished there was some way to get away from this date, but he knew there was none. He knew that he would have to wait till the end of the date to leave.
Both Lucy and Mark hated their dates because the other person had something they hated and from that day on, they both vowed to never go on another blind date.
Looking around me, I could see the light bouncing off the tables as the hanging lights stayed perfectly still. I would come here every day and have the same meal every day. Nothing would change. Sitting in the same seat as yesterday and eating the same meal as yesterday became a habit and one I couldn’t break. The large chocolate cake looked more delicious everyday, but I wasn’t always like this.
A few weeks ago, I had broken up with my boyfriend after 2 years and it was the worst pain I had ever felt. Seeing him with that other woman broke my heart and the pieces couldn’t be put back together. Since then, I had always done the same thing over and over again. I would wake up, go to work, come to the restaurant and eat the same meal and then go to sleep. It was like clockwork and I couldn’t break out of this cycle I was in. As the door to the restaurant opened, I saw a couple walk in together and sit at a table.
Watching their every move, I saw the smiles on their faces get wider and wider and their laughs was so loud people across the room would look and stare at them. People could tell they were in love and that only made me miss that feeling even more. I wondered why I couldn’t have something like that and someone in my life like that. My heart began to break even more and I could feel the tears beginning to weld up in my eyes.
Quickly looking away, I turned my attention back to the cake in front of me. The melted chocolate dripped off the sides of the cake and onto the shiny plate. The smell was delicious and made me want to eat it slowly, savouring every moment. The two layers of cake was joined together with a milk chocolate icing in the middle and as I heard another laugh come from the couple, I placed a piece of cake into my mouth. I hope one day that this cycle would be broken and that one day I would be the one laughing like that.
