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Posted 10/17/08 , edited 10/17/08
It was the break of dawn when Helen and Casity ran up the stone strewn path, before the terrible realisation of waht they were doing hit them both so blindingly that they both stood in their spots.
‘Should we?’ Helen asked, her face a pale white.
‘If we don’t, who knows what they’ll do to us?’ Casity replied.
‘But where would we go?’ Helen whispered. The chilling night air rushed against the strip of grass that surrounded the two so that it made a soft swishing sound.
‘To the house of a friend of mine. Her name is Danielle; remember how I always talk about her?
‘Yeah … but …’
‘Don’t worry. It will all be ok,’ Casity whispered. She took a deep breath and tugged at Helen’s sleeve and started to walk again. At the sudden sound of a chirping bird the two of them broke into a run. The stones beneath their feet were kicked away with their sudden desire to break free as fast as possible. Casity reached the front gate first, with Helen at her heels, and they both stopped at yet another barricade to their freedom.
The sky lightened to a pinky-orange and the suns rounded orb slowly rose from its hiding place behind the mountains and tree tops where it lay.
‘On the count of three,’ Casity whispered. ‘One … two …’ She placed her hand on the metallic handle of the gate, ‘… three.’ Casity slowly opened the gates door. It swung stiffly on its hinges so that its lower edge scraped hideously against the path, shattering the silence of the peaceful morning. Casity grasped Helen’s hand and ran. It was as if the goblins and terrors of their childhoods were at their heels, lurched, grinning in every shadow to pluck at their skirts as they sped by. Casity ran in irrational panic, and when Helen stumbled and fell, her terror plunged to cruelty. She used her nails to dig into flesh, kicked, abused Helen with all the ugly things she knew. She hauled Helen without pity to her feet without pity, and dragged her through endless empty streets, paying no heed to direction.
At the end of an immense distance, they both stumbled onto a bridge, and on the far side of the bridge lay the sleeping city, light up in all the lights and colours and dreams they knew. Casity collapsed against the stone wall that acted as the hand rails, and listened to the wild racing of her heartbeat slowly return back to normal. It was a miracle; no one knew they had ran away from that horrible place, no one chased after them, not one of the horrible people that lived their woke up after immense dreaming to trap them once again and keep them away from life. They were safe; alone and safe.
‘I’m … sorry,’ Casity whispered. ‘I didn’t mean to be so rough. I was just worried … that …’
Helen was weeping softly in her cupped hands with such an intense and private grief that Casity thought it rude to intrude, and let her friend silently weep.
Casity looked up at the winter sky, huge and wide and clean, brilliant in every way. She could see one star fading after another as the sun blanketed them all so that they could get their rest.
‘We can both finally see the stars,’ Casity thought.
‘When she stops crying, I’ll show her freedom. I’ll show her the stars.’
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Posted 11/6/08
Do any of you find this familiar? Tell me so if u do, because i bet i kno where u've seen something similar 2 this b4. (a real life story)
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