Poses

NONE OF THIS IS BASED ON TRUE FACTS, SOME IS MADE UP

The plague has hit, and while Sara a teenage girl is trying to live in a world of death and fear she also tries to live a normal life

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9. Murderer

Jack wraps his arm around me, pulling me in to his side, as we amble miserably to Jacks house. In Jacks other hand, he swings my small satchel, the only personal belongings I have for the meantime.

'It's my fault' I whisper, thick tears rolling down my fiery cheek. 

Jack shakes his head, it's not S, you looked after him and gave him enough warnings.'

'You're right! N-no it's yours! M-m-making me g-go off and do the hangings out Witt you! Forcing me, when I didn't want to!' I scream, my breath hot.

Jacks eyes drop to the floor, he shakes his head again and wraps both his arms around me but I push him off, my face red. 

'No jack! I can't do this, not with the murderer of my brother.' I spit, grabbing my satchel, and turning back to the house. I run, not stopping until I get outside the house. I stop, my face red and my breath coming fast. My pale fingers give the cracked gate a little push as I step inside my garden. My garden, so full of happy memories, times that I miss. I walk, my tears coming faster, sliding easier down the path of the many years before that. Mothers wailing as Edwards screaming, I want to cover up my ears but instead I step inside, inside to a mess, in to what seemed like hell itself.   

"SARA" Mum screams. "GET OUT, AND BACK TO JACK. NOW"

I shake my head, walking over to her and placing my hand on her bony shoulder. "No. I'm staying, you can't tell me otherwise." 

Mother just shakes her head getting up and running to the other side of the room.

"Your mother doesn't think it's safe, all you guys being here, but you may stay. Just you Sara"  

 

 

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I roll over and stretch out to Edward but my hand just hits cold empty covers. I sigh a tear coming to my eye. The sun  was just coming through the cracks, making the room a pinkish orange. I get up stretching and walk over to Edward. Everyone's asleep. I pull back Edwards cover, water in my hand, when the water splashes to the floor and my wails of screaming fill the room. My knees dent the soft floor as I drop my whole world crumbling before my eyes. As a searing painful noise fills my ears, as salty tears drip one after another in to my mouth. It feels like someone repeatedly stabbing me in my heart. My breathing comes fast as I feel like I'm choking.

Edward is dead.  

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