Chim - Tiny Dancer

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

It had been a week since Cheryl had moved in, and things were still no better. After four days of trying to get the Geordie to have dinner with her, Kimberley gave up, and left her alone. 'She's just shy," she told herself.

What she also found strange, was that fact that every night, when she got up for a glass of milk, she would hear Cheryl crying. She really did want to go and comfort the girl, but she didn't feel it was her place to do that, so every night, she would listen for a while, her heart would break at the sound, and then she would go back to bed, wondering what was wrong with her.

***

It was a Saturday morning, and Kimberley was up, and ready for work. After having a quick coffee, and gathering all her things together, she headed for the door. Before she went though she picked up the mail lying on the floor, and flicked through it.

"Mine . . . mine . . . mine . . . Cheryl's." she said placing the single letter on the small table in the hallway, and stuffing hers into her oversized bag.

***

After work, Kimberley was driving home. As she approached Cheryl's dance school, she peered into the car park, which strangely she found herself doing eveytime she was passing the place. This time she was surprised to see Cheryl's car was still parked in the car park. Usually the Geordie would be at home by now.

Before missing the turn completely, Kimberley quickly pulled into the car park, parking her car beside the porsche. Really she should of just went home, but something was drawing her in, it was a weird feeling, indescribable almost.

Making her way to the front entrance, she found that it was open.

Kimberley had no idea what she was doing or where she was going, but she started walking. She past several empty gymnasiums before she found one which had all it's lights switched on. Slowy she approached the glass panels, and looked in.

A smile appeared on her face when she caught sight of Cheryl. She was stood infront of the large mirror covered wall, and by the looks of it she was doing some sort of ballet dancing. One of her legs was lifted elegantly in the air, while her arms were held out infront of her, and her fingers held the most pefect position.

"Wow . . . " Kimberley said to herself. The girl really did move beautifully.

The blonde continued to watch as Cheryl danced about, looking nakkard. She smiled when the Geordie fell to the ground, and slumped into a small ball, clearly thinking she had finished, and it was all part of the routine. A frown soon replaced it though, when the girl showed no signs to getting up, her body just remained there, motionless.

"Cheryl!?" Kimberley call but received no reply. Instantly the girl knew something wasn't right, and grabbed the door handle.

Running over to the lifeless body, Kimberley knelt down beside Cheryl, and rolled her over. The Geordie's eyes where shut, and her face was pale white. To her relief, Kimberley found a pulse, but still she couldn't get the girl to wake. Pulling out her phone she dialled 999.