Task 16

Spears of rain pummelled the window, the deluge sounding like feet thundering down the road, and a thousand tiny arrows hitting a corrugated iron roof all rolled in to one, and being unleashed in one continuous ear-splitting wave.

Of course this loud outbreak of noise from the rain sounded like a small trickle to my ears. What really hurt my pale and transparent ears were the two women arguing downstairs. They were arguing about who was to have the pet dog. I rolled over in my sleeping place trying to get back to the eternal peace of a ghost sleep. I’d nearly dropped back off the pitch blackness just brushing my fingertips when,
“OI! Don’t turn your back on me!”
rose up through the floors and slamming into me and propelling me away from my peaceful sleep.

I glided downstairs invisible and hovering approximately 10cm from the ground to see who these two people were and why they were arguing. My pellucid body barely visible at all in the bright light. Suddenly for no apparent reason the dog lying at the bottom of the stairs started to bark and growl as if an intruder was trying to come in. Its fur practically standing vertically on end, and its barks were the warning sort. Loud and meaningful. The two women came to see what had made the dog start to bark. As there was nothing to see they soothed the dog by petting it and whispering kind words to it. Once the dog was calm they continued with their argument. By now I had named the two women. One I had called Frizzy because of her springy and buoyant hair. The other I had named Slippers because of her thick and woolly slipper socks.
“I hate you so much!” Frizzy was shouting when I glided into the room.
“To tell you the truth I stopped caring ages ago” Slippers said this with complete calmness, and with an artic wind. From this I guessed they had moved on or sorted out who was to have the dog, and now they were arguing about something totally different.
“You never listen to me! You always manipulate my words so they fit to your liking! I absolutely ha….” Frizzy stopped in mid sentence. While they were busy squabbling I had crept up to the glass of wine that was resting on the table and flung it across the room. It flew through the air like a golden eagle and smashed into the clean white wall painting red wine all over it. They were both speechless.
“Arhhhhhhhhhh! This place is haunted! I’m not staying in this freak house for another second!” screamed Frizzy.
With that she bolted for the front door and dashed out of the house.

“Finally!” I thought as I drifted back up stairs avoiding the dog that was sleeping on the top step stretched out like a barrel. I glided swiftly up through the ceiling to my little sleeping space and promptly fell asleep.

Task 16

They're there again. I hope I can slip past without them noticing me. Oh no, they've seen me, RUN!!!! That never works either. I mean they're award winning runners on the school athletic team, and i'm just the girl who hides in the library corner reading a book. My main intention in life is to remain invisible. And most of the time it works. Except when i walk along the corridors. Then they see me, all four of them. Rachel, Carol, Jane and Paige. The most feared people at school.

Even at home i seem invisible, Dad's always too busy fighting with my brother. And mum's always too drunk too take any notice. So it's always me on my own. I spend 90% of the day locked in my room trying to block the outside world. Life seemed to stink, like the dustbin I landed in yesterday breaktime.

I had already made five attempts to end this torture. Yet I always did it at the wrong time. My mum came in from the pub and barged into the room, the slits starting to show on my neck. James kicked his football through my window and and nocked the bottle of pills over.

Everyday things get worse, it started with names, then threats but then it happened, the slaps, the kicks, the punches across my face. No one noticed when I wasn't at school from a broken arm, and no one noticed when I would bunk to try and get away from them, to everyone at school I was known as the freak. Even the teachers didn't know who I was.

If I'd known today was going to be the last that I would have to suffer I would have made something special of it. On my way home, the burn from their punch this breaktime made my face feel like it was on fire. I would always try to be as far away from them as I could. Seeing them at the end of the road made me panic.Without thinking, I ran across the road, not seeing the big double decker bus in my way.

Me

Part of me is Bad- Im the devil's little tool
Part of me is Sad- I always play the fool
Part of me's a Drunk- Wasted at sixteen
Part of me's a Punk- Life is just a dream
Part of me was Closed- I can't do that anymore
Part of me is Posed- Just another myspace whore
Part of me is pretty- Or maybe Im just vain
Parts of me I pity-
'cause most of me is Pain.

Part of me is Happy- But only for a while
Part of me is Chatty- Although sometimes that turns vile
Part of me is Craving- But not for what you think
Part of me is Wishing- Hoping I don't sink
Part of me's a Druggie- In need of another kick
Parts of me are Foggy- My mind likes to play tricks
Part of me is lifeless- Locked up with a chain
Part of me is careless-
But most of me is Pain.

Part of me is stupid- I never get it right
Part of me plays Cupid- I hate it when we fight
Part of me is Poetic- Most of my rhymes are in the bin
Part of me is Pathetic- I never seem to win
Part of me still loves you- That part always will
Part of me is Through- There is a hole you cannot fill
Part of me is Hate- don't call out my name
Part of me is Late-
But most of me is Pain.

Part of me is Crying- Mostly on the inside
Part of me is Dying- Swept away by the tide
Part of me is Sick- Twisted and obscene
Part of me's a Trick- Im not nice, Im mean
Part of me's Confused- What is the point to life?
Part of me feels used- It's a never-ending strife
Part of me has grown- But most parts are the same
Part of me has shown-
That most of me is Pain.

Venus and Adonis

Venus and Adonis

Venus:
You hurt me. So much....
But you know that.
You hurt me more than I can put into words,
You know that too.
Everytime you leave, I die a little bit more inside.
But you know.
You know you're the only one who can make it better
You hurt me so much, it hurts so good..
But you know, don't you?

Adonis
I hurt myself by hurting you...
But you know that.
I try my best to pretend I don't care,
You know that too.
I leave for hunting because it hurts to be near you,
beside you,
knowing what you have done,
We are falling apart...
but you know, don't you?

I sat there imagining it to be a sitcom. A delightful inconsequential flick through the, lets face it, constant barrage of negativity that life is. It played out smoothly, failing to acknowledge the flaws of character revealed by the situation. The argument, sparked by the presence of rosemary on the chicken that we had layed in front of us after ' slaving in front of a ten million degree sterilisation machine for five damn hours'. The only thing my father failed to remember after being in front of the oven for an hour and a half was that if my mum came into contact with the aforementioned herb she would sneeze violently for fifteen minutes straight
(CANNED LAUGHTER).
Me and my sister lau ghed cautiously watching as my dad sighed, waiting for the blood that was rapidly reaching boiling point opposite him. She stood up and silently walked into the kitchen. Dad stayed and and mindlessly twiddled a cube of parsnip with his fork.
' I think she wants you to go in there dad' my sister blurted out, lifting her eyes from her roasted allergen.
' did she think that maybe i want her to come back in here and behave like she isn't five' (CANNED LAUGHTER).
Then mum burst in, her face blood red;
'how dare you undermine me in front of my children'
' i'm sorry, did you mean our children? the only things that have stopped the last fifteen years of my life being a pissing shambles'. This was followed by an unimaginable silence which didn't cease to plough through the butter like tension of this last supper.
I decided to block out the rest of the evening, sweeping the trauma under the carpet. Even though the lump under the carpet is still there, ten years on i don't mind lying on it, stepping on it or even lifting it to take a look at the lump before i take the carpet to get washed.

Falling Apart

I try so hard not to hear but they’re so loud. Their piercing sounds fill my ears leaving me in doubt. The only goal is to keep this family from falling. With no love left how can we be saved, from this aching loneliness that comes our way? They don’t understand what it’s doing to us. They carry on for hours while my brother and I starve. I try to put him to sleep and tell him “everything will be fine”; though I know he is much smarter than he looks. Yet he forces himself to believe me and pretends he doesn’t know what’s going on; whilst I lay there in silence remembering the good times.

Everything now silent I only hear cries. I stand still in wonder. The front door slams shut, with a sound like thunder.

one nights tale

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
When the children were tucked up with care
A problem between their parents began to stir,
‘Your good for nothing, cold as the wind that blows’
‘You cannot repay me the personal debts you owe’.


As the snow started to fall it blanketed the world from the heated debate
But as the clock struck ten the argument reached its fate.
‘It can’t end this way’ he howled, but it came to no avail
‘You cant leave me! I’m much too frail!’
With bags in hand she braved the snow,
Twas only now that heart rates began to slow.

With his head in his hands he began to think,
Think of the times he had pushed her to the brink.
It was only now that he could understand
How all he used to do was command.
All the more he sat there, it became clearer
Whose heart he valued all the more dearer.

As the clock struck eleven all were at rest,
Heads down. Lights out. Asleep in their beds
They were still unaware of the forthcoming quest.
As Father Christmas swooped above their heads.

Now Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring.

Not even a mouse.