Fire

Just imagine, dreaming becoming reality.



I dream about fire. I like the fire. I touch the fire. It burns. The pain helps me remember my body's alive. Even when my mind isn't.

2Likes
1Comments
1026Views

2. -2-

Chapter 2

I climbed back up to my window and leaped into my room. I checked the time, 6:59 a.m.

Good.

I think. Perfect timing. I go into my bathroom and have a shower.

I turn on the hot water and start to relax, totally oblivious to all of my surroundings, I start to relax waving my ling dark blonde hair around, actually happy. I mealt away into my own little imaginative world.

"Aargh shut-up you stupid women."

I was suddenly snapped out of my daze and reality came crashing back down on my shoulders. I turn the water off, feeling really flat, like when you go to see a great movie and then have to go back to your boring life, I dry and 'style' my hair into a high pony tail, letting it sway for a while. I choose a black pair of leggings with holes up the legs with a matching pair of short shorts, a black V-neck top with a grey cardigan, which belonged to my grandmother, and yes, in case you can't tell, my favourite colour is black.

7:45 a.m.

I climb back out the window, ready to leap onto my tree just as my mother comes into my room. I wince whn I see a red hand mark on her cheek. I hide as still as I can incase he comes in, but, fortunately, he doesn't so as I've been doing for the past three years, I flick my ratty old black Converse over the window frame so I'm sitting on the windowsill I was hiding under a minute before and wish my mum well on her day. She smiles her sad smile at me and tells me I better get going. So I climb, once again out the window and start my journey to the prison people call school.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...