It was a long and dark December, there was no light coming through the window, as Matt lay there on his bed, completely motionless. He was stuck in a town where everyone was against him, and he was left alone. One day, he went to visit his father in America. And what happened then was unbelievable
(Thursday 22nd December 2008)
He arrived at Seattle airport at exactly 8.15 am, the airport was quiet. Any sound made echoed against the wall. The taxi came outside the airport, He took out a small piece of paper with an address on and he instructed the driver to go to this address. They sped off down the highway.
It was as if they were masquerading through a place where time stood still. The Taxi Driver himself was a very tall man with a pencil-like mustache. They eventually came to a small junction. Which darted off the side of the highway.
He arrived at the house, which towered above him like a skyscaper. He approached the door and knocked on with vigour. There was no answer, he knocked on a few times until he could hear a rustling noise from just behind the door...
A white haired pale girl emerged from the door. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I'm looking for George Linnie" he replied "Oh, I don't know who that is, I think he may have lived here before. You can stay here if you like". "Yes, if you don't mind, although I'm confused, he gave me this address yesterday" he said as he strode in.
"My name's Michelle" she said as she handed him a cup of lemonade. "My name is Matthew" he said taking the lemonade
To be continued...
