Emily Paget 10H

Dark Freedom.

My skin shivers as it catches the winter winds. I sit down on a dewy green grassy knoll, with damp seeping through my scruffy navy blue jeans; my knees are shadowing my pale tear-stained face. The rain falls heavily on my marble skin. My whole body tightens its grip on my shabby choice of clothes.

As I choke back my incoherent sobs, I manage to stifle up the courage to glare at my surroundings. Peering up, I notice an old wooden bridge which is black from the rotting lumber; the sickening scent of the decaying lumber lingers in the air. A deep gaping river gushes widely underneath it.

A startling, yet familiar, noise interrupts my sombre daze. Fumbling numbly around my damp jumper pocket with my sweaty palms, I grab at my ancient phone. As I gape at the rain patterned message, horrifying emotional tears flow freely down my chalky white skin. Without hesitation, I shove my phone into my denim pocket which is breaking at the seams.

Standing up, I can see the small, isolated, rural town sleeping mindlessly between two rolling hills; like a new born baby slumbering in its cot. I wander aimlessly over to the little black bridge. This tiny place is surrounded by loneliness which cruelly mimics my sombre feelings. My battered, midnight-black pumps submit to harsh elements of the storm. The rain lashes down harder now, but I am stuck here mesmerised by the patterns forming in the river. My thoughts flicker back to the events which haunt me.

* * * * *

I sat on the cold hard floor of a toilet cubicle; my t-shirt blood-stained from the hard blows that rained down on me. The pale blue walls felt like an iceberg crashing into my skull.

"You're nothing but a useless lump! You're a waste of space!" Sian spat as her harsh words speared my withered heart.

Sian was a malice character who was admired and envied by all. Her piercing emerald green eyes made you feel like a rabbit caught in car headlights. It was her shimmering golden locks which swung freely behind her that took everyone's breath away. Her vain personality was framed by her tall athletically beautiful body. She was more popular then I thought imaginable.

Sian's claws ripped through my right cheek which sent me staggering in pain to the cold uninviting stone floor. My dishevelled body barely managed to pick itself up.

"You dare breath a word of this to anyone and you'll pay!" she whispered, her jaw tensed into a biting position.

Before my sombre mind could think of a response, I was hit with a hard thump which winded me. My heavy head sunk deep into the wooden door as everything started to go black. That's when the nightmare struck. I was standing on a cliff with everyone I knew ordering me to jump to my fate – death. A soft voice snapped me out of this daze.

"Beth! What have they done to you?" Kristen spoke softly as she gazed down with her tear-filled almond eyes.

Kristen was my best friend; we had been friends since I can remember. Her cropped chestnut hair clung to her pale neck which smelt sweet like nectar. Kristen was a sensitive soul which added to her pale beauty. Although she was small for her age, Kristen had a big heart. She was the only true friend who ever understood me. Her big puppy dog eyes would always capture my attention; they would stare at you with such emotion that your heart breaks into a million pieces when you gaze at her.

"Beth, talk to me. Tell me you're alright! " She spoke while the panic bubbled in her throat.

"I'm fine. Don't worry!" I croaked as I tried to sit up.

"You need to report this! You can't let them do this to you." She spat, her mouth tensed.

I staggered towards the door. Fear gripped me as her sudden words sunk in. I was terrified, I knew what would happen if I spoke. My heart was pounding in my ears like a jack hammer. I wandered out into the over-crowded hallway; the air smelt stuffy and it stifled my courage. As I burst into tears, I could feel everyone's eyes bore into my back as I ran. Sian's horrifying words rung in my hollow ears.

I ran towards the oak tree, in the school car park where I knew it would hide my forbidden tears. I felt hollow and numb as the pain washed over me. As I sobbed into my tear-drenched blazer, I felt a warm hand drape across my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you. It was none of my business." A familiar voice echoed in my ear. Kristen must have followed me outside. "We can still report this, it's not too late."

"You don't understand! I can't and won't talk! Just drop it!" I bellowed, my eyes narrowed to meet her pitiful gaze.

I stormed off in a fury. I headed for the historical school building which stood cold and uninviting. How could she say those things? She didn't understand. The bell rung to inform me of registration.

I slumped in my chair whilst my anger swallowed me whole. A knock at the door scattered my thoughts. My heart started to beat frantically in my chest.

"Is Bethany Edwards here?" The strange man asked his voice stern and formal. He wore a steel grey suit; soften by a pastel pink tie. He stare forebodingly towards the class.

"Yes. Would you like to speak with her for a moment?" My form tutor said politely. She glanced around the room until her eyes found mine; she gaze at for a moment with curiosity burning in her eyes.

"That's me." I replied as my body trembled with nerves.

"Come with me." He spoke with an edge in his voice.

I walked slowly out the classroom. Whilst my classmates looked on in stunned silence; I could feel their gazes prodding into my back as I headed for the door. My thoughts returned like a whirlpool as I started to wonder what I had done wrong.

We walk down a long narrow corridor which had bright posters that held no appeal for me. The man in the suit stopped by a grey door which stood out boldly from the dull white which washed these cold walls. My eyes flitter to door as I soon realise why I was here. Inside the pastel coloured room I spotted Sian; her rage burnt through my soul as her snake green eyes flared with anger. My mind swirled around as fear swept through my blood stream. His fatal judgement had given me a brutal punishment which makes my cold heart grow weaker with every step.

"Someone has informed me, you have some issues with some of the pupils in this school." He said, as if answering the string of questions in my mind.

"Noo ssir." I stammered.

How could he know? I was recovering from the pain.

"Well we would like to ask you and the person involved a few questions. If you don't mind?" He asked he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

I couldn't make a sound as fear twisted in my hollow heart. The pain overwhelmed me as the claustrophobia sunk in. I ran pass the classrooms, pass the stranger. I had to go. To be anywhere. Away from here.

I ran down the tumbling steps, away from the school. Away from the painful memories. Into the distant countryside. To end my pain.

* * * * *

My skin shivers as it catches the winter winds. I sit down on a dewy green grassy knoll, with damp seeping through my scruffy navy blue jeans; my knees are shadowing my pale tear-stained face. The rain falls heavily on my marble skin. My whole body tightens its grip on my shabby choice of clothes.

As I choke back my incoherent sobs, I manage to stifle up the courage to glare at my surroundings. Peering up, I notice an old wooden bridge which is black from the rotting lumber; the sickening scent of the decaying lumber lingers in the air. A deep gaping river gushes widely underneath it.

A startling, yet familiar, noise interrupts my sombre daze. Fumbling numbly around my damp jumper pocket with my sweaty palms, I grab at my ancient phone. As I gape at the rain patterned message, horrifying emotional tears flow freely down my chalky white skin. Without hesitation, I shove my phone into my denim pocket which is breaking at the seams.

Standing up, I can see the small, isolated, rural town sleeping mindlessly between two rolling hills; like a new born baby slumbering in its cot. I wander aimlessly over to the little black bridge. This tiny place is surrounded by loneliness which cruelly mimics my sombre feelings. My battered, midnight-black pumps submit to harsh elements of the storm. The rain lashes down harder now, but I am stuck here mesmerised by the patterns forming in the river. My thoughts flicker back to the events which haunt me.

My thoughts shiver back. I gasp as the pain begins to choke me again. I take a deep breath to calm myself down. I hear distant voices begging for my response. I can hear them call my name.

"Beth! Beth!" The voices cry, they feel desperate to hear my pain end.

I climb over the dilapidated bridge. I take my last breath. I leap into the cold current that drags me to my sad demise. My eternal darkness setting me free.