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The Emerald Eyes

‘How did things end up like this?’ I ask myself as a tear falls delicately from my bronze eyes. I look at the midnight sky seeing three stars glistening down on me, even brighter than the rest. It’s my parents watching over me and my younger sister who was like a best friend to me. Since the blazing fire things haven’t been the same.

   

I’m laying in the darkness, in a park a few blocks from my house; it was the place I used to come to with my parents and my sister, Libby. I lay on the cold wispy grass wishing everything could change, as I think about the happy times I had in this very spot I hear a squeaky sound echo through the night, I look around panicking only to find it’s the old rusty swings, they sway in the nightly breeze and I sigh. Me and Libby came here everyday after school to relax but now I come here alone, usually to clear my thoughts, hoping all the negativity would be pushed away and blow up into the night just like the wind.

    

I can’t always cope everyday, this Park, was where I was brought up, me and my family used to bring the dogs here, they loved it; they were as free as birds. I had picnics right here, where I’m laying. My mum always made my favourite freshly baked chocolate buns and I remember chasing my sister around this openness in the summer and climbing up the old oak trees, where the bark is now pealing off like a sticker. Back then I was at my happiest, nothing could stop me. Now I’m a shattered mirror, useless. This place is just an empty, cold memory.

    

I shiver as a drop of rain lands on my bare arms. I’m only wearing a black v-neck top and my skinny jeans, I thought. My mum bought me these for my 13th birthday but they were getting small for me now, but I didn’t care. I decided to sit up and scavenged in my pocket for my mini mirror, my mascara has smeared all down my face, my chocolate brown wavy hair has knotted up and the droplets have made it start to go frizzy. So I push myself up off the now wet grass and walk along the stone path to the rusty crooked gate. Each step I take I think about the way my pink canvas shoes hit the ground and hope this is all a dream, but when I look up, I realise it isn’t.

    

A strange boy steps through the rusty gate and it creaks. He wears all black like a silhouette and looking dry unlike me who looks like a dripping dog. He walks the same slow pace as me looking at his black shoes, which he drags along the ground. By now my entire mind is focused on is this strange silhouette coming towards me. I forgot how terrible I look and how depressed I felt because this silhouette stared me straight at me with his emerald green eyes. I stand there motionless.

 

Then my mind flashes back to the worst day of my life.

 

I heard screaming from my sister’s room, I was trapped; the blazing fire was outside my cream bedroom door, which was now scorching hot. My sister was screaming my name, wanting help so I knew she was stuck too. I tried to open my double glazing window but it was jammed, I tried again harder but it wouldn’t budge, I figured it was locked and I had no key. The whole room was getting warmer by the minute but all I could worry about was my sister. I couldn’t even hear my parents and when I went to the door a cloud of smoke burst through the gaps, it was getting thicker in my lilac bedroom and I couldn’t breathe very well. So I screamed and got down on my hands and knees, I heard shouting from outside but I was starting to feel dizzy, my head was spinning and my breathing started to slow. My eyelids were closing and my hearing was fading. Just as my eyes were closing, the emerald green eyes appeared and then I fell into unconsciousness. 

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