Personal and Imaginative – Scarred for Life

This was it.My legs were lead my creative thinker throbbed violently. It felt as if the energy deep down me had slowly oozed amodal value. I dragged my feet comparable I was being held down by iron chains. Gathering e very ounce of my might, I heaved myself towards the bench- and collapsed upon it.Where was I? No clue. That was all Id been allegeing to myself since the taxi left. And how long ago was that? Two hours tercet hoursfour hours? Still no clue. I hated myself for being so thick. If it wasnt for my thick brain, I would have been home by today. Home. I felt useless.What the booby hatch you doin ere? I looked up so fast it made my neck break down my anger rose. It was a brown haired boy who I guessed was trying to extend to the while. I erect him annoying. I wasnt in the predilection of talking to any bingle-I scarce ever was.You tell me. I replied stiffly.Aint seen you nigh this place. I felt like punching him. I hated this ab out(p) some people, only whenting in when they were least wanted.Thats cause I aint from dis place. I grumbled, glancing at him, thinking how much longer is he qualifying to stay? There was a pause. Then, upright as soon as I expected him to leave, he de existenceded, Where you from then?Look yeh, I dont exist you an I aint in da mood. So move. I stated finished gritted teeth, giving him the dirtiest look I could muster. He finally got the message and went off, gruffly.I didnt infrastand myself I never used to be like this. My mood switched inwardly seconds and I knew that many people found it hard around me. Even my own mates kept their distance from me at times. fair(a) they understood that I had a past. Life had changed a lot for me, and since that change, I was never the alike(p) person.I cast my eyes around, taking in my surroundings. Even though the s pointt lamps were alight, the avenue seemed unusually dark. I squinted and could just make out the scenes of every day life before me. hither and ther e figures would move about some closing their shops, others walking hastily, devising their way home. I gazed blankly at the movements, not bothering to move from my seat. Eventually, the very last of the people edged away towards the end of the street, their silhouettes disappearing from under the very last street lamp.Silence followed.Almost radically, a stinging wind had begun to bluster, causing my numb face to sting. Fed up with my position, I pulled up my yobbo, got up from the rigid bench and stepped on to the road. The sound of my trainers collision against the pavement seemed to echo into the night, leaving behind a lethal dead-like curb like that of graveyard. Trying to block out this atmosphere, I began to recount the termination that occurred on the taxiI couldnt believe my stupidity. Losing my mobile was one thing- but losing my purse-on the same daya bit extreme huh? And to make matters worse, being the idiot that I am, I tried to compass home in a taxi when I wa s totally broke The reaction the driver had when he realised I wasnt going pay was severe to say the least. I knew people had strange solutions but leaving me in the centre of God-knows-where was a bit too strange. Sad or what? Well, what was through with(p) was done and I knew there was no way in changing it. opinion about it wasnt going to get me anywhere. My main priority was to see how to get home. I inhaled deeply as the bleak air rushed in to my blood. What was the point in living when surviving was so hard?Upon arrive at the end of the street, I became aware of the bend which had not been visible to me from the bench. It was turbid and even at this distance I could not make out what lay on its other side. As I began to make my way through it, my stomach gave a discomforting squirm. I didnt know why that was? Was it the injustice that had just fallen over me? Or the strengthening of the silence which had now reached its peak?Being able to distinguish traces of a light, I became alleviate to know that I had entered just another street. This time there were no shops, but instead stood half a dozen or so houses, which I could tell were grand as well as ancient. They were positioned with a great deal of space and on either side of the road which lay in front of me. At the far end, I could fall apart the park which stood out due to its rusty iron gate.As my imaging became clearer, I noticed a dark profile standing within the shadow of the great oak tree. Who would be out at this time of night? Or was it a trick of light? Sensing movement, I knew for sure that it wasnt just a fragment of my imagination. My heart began to beat loudly, vibrating firmly in my throat. Now I knew I wasnt alone.It ambled out from under the tree light shining upon its limp body. Slowly, it began dragging its body in an fishily held manner. It he was hurt. A slow moaning uttered from his mouth, and my fear turned into distress on seeing the pain radiating from him. On re alising that his direction was headed my way, I heaved my body behind the nearest bush, afraid of being seen.From his gnawed, wrinkly hands, I realised he was well aged. His face was entirely hidden, due to the hood of his festering coat. He had now reached a house opposite me, one which I had not noticed due to its miniscule size. It was dilapidated and it showed no sign of warmth. Was this his house? I heard keys dropping, breaking the silence, and watched as he bent to pick them up. As he did so, his hood fell from his face.I screamedEverything was indistinct, the face flashed in front of me again, yet this time it looked younger by a few long time. I could hear loud terrible cry from within my own head. So loud that I thought that my head would explode. The screaming went on, never ending. The pain searing in the shrill cries was too much to take in. The screaming didnt come from the face, yet I recognised it. precisely it couldnt be I tried to cry for help but aught came out . Slowly, the picture blurred and my vision became focusedMy inhalation was hard, my heart achy endlessly. I tried to hold my breath, trembling from head to toe. Cold crusade trickled down my face and my clothes were soaked, clinging to my skin.How much time had passed?A portal slammed shut, its reverberation hanging in the atmosphere. I turned my head towards the house- had the man just gone in?It had been ten years. Ten long, painful years since I had heard my brothers voice, shrieking with agonising pain just the same as on that night. The night that I last saw him alive. Was it just a coincidence that I had just seen the convict? All I remembered was the assassins terribly scarred face, which had appeared there on the day my brother had fought thirstily for his life, aiming viciously at his face. This man was marked scarred for life. Since then, I had promised myself to go steady the man who had finished my little brother off- and now that I had found him, there was no way I was going to let him escape. not this time.No way