Broken Toys

Can a childhood occurrence ruin a person's life forever? What can a simple event do to a damage a child's view on life and people? Eight year-old Elizabeth has a normal childhood until those seven days of March 1994 damage her life forever.

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6. Broken Spirits

 

Saturday 18th March 1994

I knew I needed to do something other than cry. I stayed in my bedroom. My playmobil toys were scattered across my floor, just how I left them on Friday. They helped me to forget things. They helped me to get into my own dream world. I played for hours earlier that day. Auntie Chloe didn't disturb me because she knew how much I loved my playmobil.

At around 7 o'clock I heard footsteps out on the hall. I thought it was my auntie so I ignored them.

The door creaked open very slowly. I turned my head towards the door, but I saw nothing. No one was there. I shook my head gently and lifted one of my playmobil people to change its position. Just as the legs snapped straight, the door flew open.

I jerked my head round still clutching the toy in my hand. A person was stood there. No, not quite a solid person, more of a faded ghostly figure hovering a few centimetres above the floor. It was a woman, and she seemed vaguely familiar to me. I realised who it was when a man came and joined her. It was my parents.

I jumped to my feet and was about to cry out in surprise, until my mummy opened her mouth.

She said, with a slight echo in her voice, "you killed me."

I gulped and shook my head sharply, but my daddy joined in and said, "if you hadn't have screamed, mummy might still be alive".

It was true, but I protested and stuttered, "n..no I...I didn't mean to... I... p...promise." Tears began to dribble down my cheeks.

"Don't lie Elizabeth. You killed your own mother. You MURDERER!!" My daddy shouted at me, I hated it when he shouted.

I screamed back at him and slammed the door in his ghostly face.

My auntie came up the stairs and pushed the door open, "Lizzy?"

I sniffed and slumped back to the floor, saying nothing. She left when I didn't respond to her talking to me.

I heard another set of much lighter footsteps and was about to scream at the owner until I saw Catherine float into my room.

I stared at her for a while until she whispered, "I was by the road. You didn't save me. You could have pulled me away so I didn't die. But you did NOTHING! All you have ever done for anybody is NOTHING! You are a useless friend and I am glad I died to get away from you!"

Tears were streaming down my face now. I didn't shout at her, or scream I simply said "leave me alone."

She did. She left me again. This time with a sense of guilt hanging on my shoulders.

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