Ivy in the Street

Chapter 2

Hey guys, here's chapter2 :) Hope you liked chapter 1, and like this, i quite like this chapter, because part of it (i assure you, part of it) is from my experience, which was what inspired me to write it at the time

I'm gonna ask you again: comment, even if you didnt like, and vote if you did :) Pleaaase <3 <3 Emzeey <3 <3

Btw this is quite long, its like 10-1t A4 pages, but hey, I'm not gonna change it

Chapter 2:

  It took me a little while to realise what I was doing in a middle of a field with rows and rows of fields next to me. I was a bit slow to take in why I was not in a bed with a hard pillow, why no damp ceiling met my eyes, why I didn't have any lumpy mattress beneath me. And then the bomb exploded inside me and I remembered what happened. Which was not a great start to the morning.

  But, actually, after looking around for a few minutes, I surprised myself. Instead of screaming and shouting, kicking and punching, just everything to let my anger out, I felt calm. I looked around me and realised what a beautiful place I was in. Buttercups flooded the field, making a yellow and green landscape. The grass was ridiculously long, coming up to my knees and the field was hilly and steep, tempting me to just run down it uncontrollably. This place was... magical! I had never seen a place like it. So instead of feeling sad and regretful, I laughed. At first, I hated myself for that laugh. But then, I stopped. And I realised everything...

  I was finally out of the care home! Yes, I hated and regretted what I had done, but I was probably never going to see Simone again. So what was the point of feeling awful? Life's too short to regret. I know it sounds terrible to forget what happened, but living in the past is stupid. The past cannot be changed, so you have to live on and anyway, I wouldn't see Simone again, so she was in the past as well. And since I'm not going to go back to that care home ever again, since I'm not going to see Simone again, there's no point feeling guilty, because Simone isn't in my life anymore. I mean, I couldn't exactly beg of her forgiveness. Simone was in the past. And so was what I'd done.

  I had spent way, way, way, too much of my life in misery, wonder and regret. I'd dreamed of dreams that would never come true. I had hoped for the virtual impossible. I had wasted 15 years of my life. This was my new start. I was born again. Yes, I had lost 15 years of my life, but better than realising at 70. So actually, Miss Valertine had done me a favour. If I stayed at the care home, I would see Simone and never get over what I had done.  If I went to Northern Coasts, I would remember my past and serve my punishment of my past and, likewise, never get over what I had done.

  And then, another bomb churned my insides. My new life was about 2 weeks long. I had no food or water.

  No. I'd find food and water. I'll look and never give up! And actually, I was wrong, way wrong before. Being a pessimist is dull and awful. Your life is full of misery and you always think of the worst. In this new life - which could last about 2 weeks- (shut up!) I would be optimistic and happy. And this field would serve as my home. It was beautiful.

 

  Naturally, like a 10 year old child, since I was at the top, I wanted to run all the way down, skidding and trying to stop. So that was exactly what I did. I sprinted down and down, not able to stop, going through the buttercups, feeling invincible. I skidded and slided and soon landed on my bottom. I lay on my back laughing, laughing, laughing. I couldn't stop laughing! Everything was a joke, everything was hilarious, life was a joke! I rolled to my side and suddenly found myself rolling down the hill uncontrollably.  The ground bumped beneath me and thorns scratched my face but I didn't care. My head jiggled this way and that, my legs sprawled out, but that didn't matter. The breeze blew against my face, the grass tickled my neck, the buttercups brushed my arms. Nothing mattered. I was flying, I was soaring through the sky.  Then suddenly, I stopped. I was near the bottom of the hill and I should've been rolling, but instead, I was just hanging, a sharp pain in my scalp. The world was still tumbling, rolling, spinning all around me. My head was dizzy and it pulsed. It felt like it would burst with pain, that it would just explode. I shut my eyes but still I was falling and falling, spinning and spinning and... Suddenly I was off again and I just kept rolling and rolling, non-stop, churning up the buttercups behind me. This time, I wasn't flying, and I did care. The thorns tore at my face; I felt something sharp prod my hand; I caught my arm on the zip of my jacket, tearing my flesh; the grass tortured and teased my cuts and bruises. My body was on my fire, my lungs were being squished, my head being banged. I saw a billion stars, colours whizzed through my head as I squeezed my eyes shut. If I opened them, I would see the world tumbling around me again. Suddenly, my head crashed into something hard and stony. Pain seared through my head. Time itself froze. Then, everything went as black as midnight.