Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled


2. Blue Eyed Boy


The town square was packed, I shuffled around, the cold winter air, swept down like a serpent, hissing in everyone’s ear making them jump back in startled, I then glanced once more back at the apple store and five apples where missing. She had received no customers; I blinked twice and then grinned as I noticed a figure in the shadows. Grinning, I manovered myself slowly out of the gathering crowd around the man selling newspapers.  I grinned and sprinted across the courtyard, my stale bread slipped out of my hand. I smiled, and slipped into the shadows. I noticed the deserted bakery, slipping in through the cracked window, avoiding the cracked glass. I moved carefully up the broken stairs, dodging the broken floorboards.


I climbed the little propped up ladder. Onto the open roof, I checked the church clock, I had forty five minutes.

“Your late, Lie.” His voice carried through the wind, making me cold. But I retorted to his comment quickly

“No, I am not.” I snapped, watching him, as he moved gracefully. He through the apple at me, I caught it. The shiny red apple glistened in my cupped hand

“At least you showed up.” He said turning around, as I dug my teeth into the juicy apple, I had got used to the starvation in the school but it was nice to be out and feel free. I swung my legs over the edge off the roof, so I could watch the children laugh and play freely, a girl with red her and plait was now reading a book ‘wind in the willow’ Lloyd caught me carefully and steadied my hand carefully, stroking it with his

“Look what I have.” He boasted, I turned to him and waited not saying anything, from his pocket he pulled out five sterling golden bullets. I gasped, and took one out of his hand and turned it in the palm of my hand and then looked at him, I could see my eyes where misting over “When’s your birthday?” He asked, I rubbed my hand worriedly and glanced at him

“Today.” I say, I didn’t want him to feel bad, tucking one of the bullets in my hand, he turned to my hair, I had a single slim ribbon in it. pulling it out he laced it around the bullet and then around my neck. Then he was gone in seconds. I watched him, he soon appeared in the alleyway where the young girl had been siting, she had placed the rich looking book with the royal blue patterns covering the book.


As she was inside the little thatched cottage, he picked up the book, but carefully, in its place he left a newspaper and tossed the book up to me. I grinned and flicked through the book, and tucked it in the pocket of my satchel, but our luck was to relaxed to be true, the woman opposite and seen he take the book

“Thief! Thief.” She yelled, her voice screeching as she reached out her telephone. I gasped and ran to the opposite side of the roof and leaped. My legs carried my forward, my feet landed on the second roof, tucking my head between my feet I rolled. Then again I jumped, as I was bringing more attention of the other villagers. I knew I had to get back to school, scuttling down onto my hands and knee’s I clasped the drainpipe and crawled down. There was a back exit; I disliked it because there were always rats and smokers. But I ignored theses factors and sprinted down the alleyway, running straight into Lloyd catching me he grinned as he signalled to a different deserted building. I grinned and kicked down the old ruined door and scampered up the stairs, the floor boards creaking and through the back way, exiting quickly into the village, I turned to Lloyd there was nothing romantic about us, but I hugged him quickly and then darted across the square, people pointed and laughed, I heard my name flitter through the crowd as I made it towards the hill. Pushing myself through the barbed wire, I grinned opened my satchel ‘The Wind in the Willow’ I grinned and my fingers ran over the cover. I smiled and then in one quick motion, I broke into another fast run.













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