The bird

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I sat there wondering if my life would ever get back to normal. Staring into the misty sky I noticed something, different, a bird. Birds never came this close too, well, here. No one did in fact apart from me. Yet here was a bird flying around as though nothing is about to happen. As though there is nothing nothing different about this house, this garden, my life...

A scream snapped me back to my senses, a high pitched girls scream, or so it seemed. "Ismene."I scrambled up the hill grabbing on to roots for dear life. First a bird now a scream, today was certainly not normal, but then again none of my days are normal. Heading for the house I ripped of my jacket and kicked away my old wellies. I heaved open the unlocked door and leaped inside spraying mud everywhere. The door slammed behind me, I started to panic, wind whistled through the broken windows shattering the cobwebs hung upon every wall. I heard another scream, a high pitched, girls scream like the first one. I ran along the scuffed carpet and up the creaky staircase kicking away stray cats as I did so. A hand grabbed my ankle pulling me down to the floor, I tried to clamber up but I was seized again and hauled down the stairs. I clinged onto the banisters, trying to heave myself back up. I couldn't. I knew this was the end. I was dropped down at the base of the staircase. Pulling myself back up I ran as quickly as my battered legs would take me. Away. Away. Away.

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