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TOPIC: Runaway


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Runaway


When Lucy Smith aged 13, comes home to find her house in flames her family dead, she know her life is going to change. But whether that is for the good or the bad it's up to her. She knows her family would want her to do her best but every step she takes stabs at her heart. Nobody understands her. Nobody wants to. What do you do when your heart is broken?

 

Chapter 1:

Fear. The feeling of your blood running cold, of shivers being sent down your spine. Anger. The feeling of your hands clenching into fists, a bubbling hate feeling spreading through your body with twisted claws . Sadness. The feeling of tears rolling down your cheeks, a uncontrollable shaking rocking your broken body. Three powerful emotions, three that Im experiencing at this moment. I want to scream and shout  like a wild thing,or curl up in a tiny ball and disappear, but instead I drop the plastic Tesco bags Im carrying. The contents spill out, a mixture of milk and orange juice flowing down the road in a sticky trail. A question rings through my head. Why? How could this happen?

I can only stare with wide-eyes at the sight before me. My house, my wonderful house. Red flames flicker madly in the wind, burning my beautiful house, and all its contents. A toxic smoke filling the air and choking all. Only the out frame of it remained as the flames eat hungrily at the air. My house... My family... Gone. Burned. It's not confirmed but I know. There dead. All dead. My dad. My mum. My sister. All gone. Alone. A numbness flows over me. I can't believe it, I'd only went out to get some food for breakfast. Breakfast... Im not hungry now.

The screams of my neighbours fill my ears, and I watch as the firemen finally arrive. There sirens play out loud in my ear, there bright red colour blinding my eyes. Cold water smashes against what remains of my house, as they try to put the large fire out. Fire. It used to fastinate me. Now it will haunt my dreams. All that remains is ash. Everything has been destroyed. Everyone...

Fingers start to point at me, and hushed whispers and mutters pass throught the gathering crowd. They don't need to whisper, I can still hear them. "Look there's Lucy-"

"She must have gone shopping-"

"Do you think her family are dead?"

"What happens when people die?" (That was Jamie, Emma's son, he's only three).

"Hush Jamie."

"Poor poppet-"

"Only thirteen."

"All of them dead..."


Deceased-

"Left alone."


"She'll have to go to a ca-"


Thats when I stop listening. I don't want to hear those words. Care home. I still can't believe it. Only a day ago I was  a normal kid. Achieving good grades at school, lots of friends, great family.... Now nothing. Empty, gone, lost, broken - a few words to describe my emotions. Tension crackles in the air, like the feeling before a storm. Whats going to happen to this kid now? Her family are dead, her life changed. Change. People used to say change was good. Yeah right. My life is wrecked.

I dont know what happens but suddenly everything kicks in and I drop to my knees, the sharp gravel cutting into my jeans. I start of shaking simply asking Why? Everyone is staring at me, I know but I dont care. I start screaming smashing the ground with my fists, blood begins to drip down my smashed hands. I break into a flurry of tears, yet no one tries to comfort me. They just stare. After a while a lady steps out of the crowd. She is a bit tubby and has large glowing cheeks. Her wispy blond hair is tied back in a tight bun, and she looks at me through her black rimmed glasses. She has a long black skirt that comes up to just under her chest, like the one of St Trinains, and her white ruffled top. She stops to talk to one of the firemen for a minute. His face is grim and I know what hes confirming.

She eventually walks over to me her large black heels clacking under her. She studies me a sympathetic look over her face. Come on. She says softly offering me her ring less hand. By now Im hysterical my breathing coming out in small wheezes, as I howl and scream. Come on. She repeats waiting patiently. I stare at her, my eyes blurred with tears. She pulls me up, dragging me through the crowd. She sits me in the car. The seat dents under my weight and I can tell its old. Im still screaming and crying madly I cant stop. She sits next to me placing her hand on my knee. You poor thing... Hush... But I cant hush, I just cant. She places her arm over me and as uncomfortable as it is, I dont move it. She cuddles me gently but eventually I cant take it and I pull away. She notices and doesnt try to get close to me again. Im panting like a dog, my breathing coming out in small gasps.

I cant breathe... I stammer trying to gulp at the air hungrily.

You can. Just breathe in and out slowly. She commands. I try with small wheezes breaking out in between. When my breathing finally calms she gets out of the back seat and barrels in to the front seat. She starts the car and pulls out driving down the street quickly. I lean against the window sniifling. I feel so numb, like the worlds not real. But all I can do is simply watch as everything I know, flashes past my window.



-- Edited by blackmoon on Thursday 20th of May 2010 09:23:45 PM

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