Daniel

SHORT PIECE 1: Pain rushed through me, my head throbbing, my legs screaming. I clutched my leg as hard as I could as if to squeeze out the pain. The carriage swayed from side to side, jerking me from side to side. The train rumbled along, steam flying past the windows. The Blurry view from the windows cleared, leaving a clear serene view of paddocks and dams, the train was drawing to a Holt. A platform slowly emerged out of the corner of my eye as the train drew to a complete stop. //Fairville Station// read a dusty abandoned sign. Still clutching my leg I slowly stood up and wiped the dust of my trousers I grabbed my briefcase and pulled open the carriage door. I soon found the sweet country air sweeping through my hair, the sun glaring in my eyes. I had arrived, my leg still pained but I was filled with joy hope and relief. They will not find me here. SHORT PIECE 2: Tears fall from my eyes, rippled down my cheeks and fall down my face. I cupped my face in my hands, hiding, ashamed. I huddled my legs towards me, wrapping myself in a ball. I whimpered and clambered against the wall, hiding from the light. I reached down on the floor and grasped our old family photo. Despair began to take over. I lost my mind; it left me hollow, bare and exposed. It wasn’t long before I closed my eyes, left my mind and fall away.