I was walking through the off-streets away from the beach when I saw two posters side-by-side. One had a picture of a medium-sized dog with a wise beard and curly eyebrows. Charlie. The poster next to it was of a girl, around 12 years old, with short blonde hair and brown eyes. It was an old poster with a name at the bottom. Emily Brown.
I walked quickly passed the posters, keen not be spotted by them. But then, who would see me? Nothing? I carried on, passing various streets, turning into alleys, until I came to an alley were there were no people at all. I sat down, next to a large bin, listening to my heart thump in my chest.
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"Where is your heart?" she enquired at her science teacher. Her teacher smiled at her, telling her that that was in next lesson. She was always so inquisitive, Emily.
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My heart slows to a steady pulse and I resume walking. My eyes are darting around the street, as though I am in danger. But that's not the case. That's never the case.
I end up on the main road, weaving in and out of busy shoppers and their bags, careful not to knocked over. There are a hoard of women, all pushing prams with their endless amount of bags. One young woman, with enough clothes bags to last years, is struggling with her little boy. He has a mass of dark curls on the crown of his head. The boy's hazelnut eyes are darting everywhere except from at his mother.
After much pulling and tugging, the toddler finally gives up to his mother's will and is set down in his blue pram. They set off, the young woman aching to catch up with her friends.
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"Come one baby, into your cot now." She said, placing her doll into the plastic cot in her bedroom, "sleep now baby, good baby." She loved looking after things, Emily.
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I walked back to the beach as the sun was kissing the sea and they were uniting. The sea was changing from sparkling turquoise to deepest blue.
The sea was high tide and choppy with white foam running along the damp sand. It was gaining ever closer to the bench where I was sitting. Charlie was now running along the pebbles intermingled with the sand and towards me.
We had been sitting on the bench for a while when Charlie bolted to the sea. I quickly followed him, running into the rocky water.
The tide was pulling me backwards and forewords, rocking around and around. I was being pulled towards the rocks...
I woke up in a bed with machines and beeps all around me.
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A Girl Called Nothing
RandomThere is a girl. Who lives by the sea. Who has no family. She is called Nothing. She sees everybody. Nobody sees her. She wanders. Looking for nothing, but finding everything. A girl called Nothing.
