Hello! :) I'm Emily and this is just a short story I did for my English GCSE. It is inspired (but don't tell my English teacher!) by Pink Floyd's The Wall.

The italics indicate memories, or different phrases that trigger flashbacks to bits of her life.

Thank you for reading, leave a review and i'll be the happiest girl in the world! 3

My legs were trapped between the crumbling wreckage of the, previously brand new, car. My lungs were on fire and breathing was becoming more and more agonizing with each attempted breath. I tried to cry out for help but all that escaped my lips was a strangled yelp, there was no one out there anyway. There was a deafening explosion nearby and I was suddenly bombarded with jagged scraps of metal, which smashed through the glass of the upturned car like bullets. My body had become a pincushion, for bits of metal were now stabbing into my stomach, arms, legs and head. The pain was excruciating. My vision blurred and my hearing became distorted, everything sounded so far away. My life flashed before my eyes...

"Mommy, look!" I cried, pointing up into the inky black sky where the stars were glistening softly, it was such a contrast to the artificial glow of the street lamps on the empty road outside my house. "Twinkle, twinkle!" I was 4 years old, my long golden tresses falling delicately down my back and a toothy grin plastered onto my chubby little baby face.

"That's right baby," My mother said, her smooth voice like velvet. "Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." She sung to me and I smiled happily as she tucked me under her arm, keeping me safe from the cold night air.

"Mother! Why weren't you there for me? I needed you!"

One mahogany coffin, a dozen red roses and a handful of people in the dark and depressing colours which so suited the mood. My father stood by me as the tears trailed down my cold cheeks. I was 8 years old, my mother had just died of cancer and I was left with my father who was a cold, heartless man at the best of times. While I missed my mother, I despised her at the same time. How could she leave me like this? I watched as they lowered her lifeless body into the ground, listened as they said prayers and cried as I tossed a flower into the grave, saying my goodbyes.

"HEY YOU! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

I was dragged back into the house by the collar of my school shirt, my father snatched my school bag and retrieved from it the navy blue, chiffon scarf I had stolen from his room. "YOU THIEVING LITTLE RAT! STEAL FROM ME AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE GROUNDED FOR A YEAR!" I whimpered, he let go of my shirt and I fell towards the door. "I know you miss your mother," Father said apologetically "But you really must ask before you go through my things. You're 13 now, you should know better than to steal." He folded the scarf and tucked it into his pocket securely. He then proceeded to collect my school things, which were now lying around the room, and packed them all into my school bag. Handing it to me, he tugged on my ponytail playfully and straightened my school uniform. I hastily ran out into the sunshine to join my friends, who were sitting on the pavement, whispering and snickering. I could smell the musty, overpowering smell of cigarette smoke as I approached. They handed me a cigarette and I lit it, taking a long drag before we began the half-mile walk to school, laughing and gossiping as we went.

"You're pathetic! You're a stain on this school and a burden to the students here. You don't deserve an education, you'll never be successful!"

The ball of paper bounced off my head and landed on the floor, leaving a 16 year old me feeling confused and betrayed. My teacher was shouting abuse at me and my friends weren't standing up for me. Even worse, they were laughing. I had no one. I tried to shout back but no one was listening, they were laughing hysterically. I felt surrounded. All around me were people who just wanted to mock me, to make me feel miserable. It was working. I felt closed in and I curled up into a ball, which only made them laugh harder, I felt a little sick. "Stop." I whispered. "Stop, stop, STOP, STOP, STOP!" I was screaming as I leapt to my feet, grabbing my bag, flipping the table and kicking the chairs over. I kicked and pushed my way violently through the class, who were now looking smug. I'd finally snapped. I made it to the door and walked out, wiping the angry tears from my eyes with one hand and dragging my bag behind me with the other.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?"

I stared blankly at the phone beside me. I must have answered it, I don't remember. Oh well. I drowned out the noise of whoever was talking to me and took in my surroundings, my head was pounding and my body was humming a dull ache. My head lolled to the side and I noticed the empty bottle of whiskey on the table beside my bed. My short hair, which I'd hacked off in a drunken stupor, was tangled and matted. I threw off the covers and curled up on my bed, feeling fragile and delicate. The curtains were closed but by the light that was still coming through I could tell it was daytime. I didn't know what day it was. I didn't care.

"I heard you're not quite feeling yourself? Relax; I'm a doctor. I can make it all better."

"This won't hurt a bit," I screamed as the needle pierced the papery skin on my painfully thin body. "You're all good, can you look at me please?" My eyes focused on the bright light the doctor was shining in my eyes. "I think it's working, you're on the road to recovery my friend." I nodded lifelessly as the doctor packed up his things and left, leaving me alone to my morbid, somewhat disturbing thoughts. The doctor would be back in a few hours.

"I love you so much, don't ever leave me."

My 2 little children were playing together in the living room. I could hear their cute little giggles from the kitchen as I cooked breakfast, singing to myself contentedly. I felt a pair of strong arms circle my waist and found myself caught in the embrace of my husband. I was the happiest I'd ever been. I had a wonderful husband, 2 beautiful children. It was all I'd ever wanted. It had taken me a long time but I'd finally found happiness.

CRASH!

My legs were trapped between the crumbling wreckage of the, previously brand new, car. My lungs were on fire and breathing was becoming more and more agonizing with each attempted breath. I tried to cry out for help but all that escaped my lips was a strangled yelp, there was no one out there anyway. There was a deafening explosion nearby and I was suddenly bombarded with jagged scraps of metal, which smashed through the glass of the upturned car like bullets. My body had become a pincushion, for bits of metal were now stabbing into my stomach, arms, legs and head. The pain was excruciating. My vision blurred and my hearing became distorted, everything sounded so far away. My final breath was drawn and blackness descended.