Moving On

When six-year-old Jessie is forced to leave her family home and move to live with her aunt in London, her life is about to change forever...

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2. Run!

Three years later (Jessie's PVO)

I ran. I didn't care if they were following, I just ran. I didn't know where I was going, but I had a simple plan: run! I found out later that they were following after all, but that didn't matter. After all, I could run pretty fast. So I ran, until I couldn't breathe. Which was, precisely, 45 minutes later. I think I was somewhere on the other side of London. Or at least, I hoped I was. I hoped I was as far away from that place as possible.

I just couldn't take it any longer: the beating, the swearing, the shouting. I was planning this for years, but every time I tried, I got caught, which meant another beating, of course. I took the first opportunity I had, which was as soon as father opened the door to smoke his cigars. I approched him slowly, and said something about Tamara calling... I can't remeber exactly. When he turned to go and shout at her for no reason at all, I said somthing very rude at him, and ran out to the street. And i ran, and ran, and ran.

I'd asked my siblings if they'd like to come with me; I'm not selfish! 'No offence, Jess, but I know it isn't going to work out, just like the previous times. And I really don't fancy a beating...' they all had the same excuse. I was suprised they didn't believe in me... well, to be honest, I didn't either... But nevermind that; I did it, and that's what matters!

 

I stopped, all of a sudden. Breathe Jessica, breathe. I sat on the nearest bench. So what if was filthy; i was even worse. Where was i to go? I can't go back now, can i? Definately NO. As it was starting to get dark, my head fell rapidly to it's side, my eyelids dropped, and i fell into a deep sleep...

I'm running around a never-ending field of daisies. My long, black hair flying around my nose and eyes, my white dress going crazy with the wind. A wide smile grows on my face as someone joins hands with me. I look up, only to see my mother, beautiful as never before. Her short, brown curls bouncing by her cheeks, her chocolate eyes looking at me with such love. Something so wonderful has never happened to me before... But that is what makes dreams so amazing, isn't it? It can't be so good for long though. Suddenly, a dark shadow covers my mummy's pretty face. I hear her scream distinctly, and she dissapears. My father appears, with his belt and vodka bottle. I freeze, paralized, and cannot move a muscle. A person is standing behind him. I cannot recognise the chubby woman. She points to father, and he dissolves into thin air. She takes my hand and we fly away into the blue sky...

Yes! That's it! I knew where to go: myaunt lived I Brighton! She was the angel in my dream! She will know what to do! She can change my life...

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