Take a Deep Breath

*Selena's POV*

Gasping for air, I'm trying and trying to breath but nothing is working I am being dragged down into a watery grave. I scream struggling to get up to the surface but something is dragging me down into the depths of the lake. I scream again but only water fills my lungs and no voice comes out. I scream for my mother wanting her to help me. BANG

I wake up feeling the hard mattress under me. I thank god under my breath that it was a dream. I look out my small broken window to see the foggy lake. The murky green revolting water moves silently with the wind. No sound is made. I walk over to my small wooden chest and pull out jeans and a tracky top. I tie my hair back in a messy ponytail and pull on my wrecked sneakers and sprint down stairs. My vision is a bit blurry still as I haven't completely woken up yet. I run down to my peg and pull off my blue and white rucksack with my art stuff in. I check I have everything and grab some spare keys. Of a book and run down to the murky lake. The harsh winter morning air takes my breath away. I run down to my favourite spot by the lake and start to draw the lake with a monster swimming in the depths and a sweet little girl with plaits in her hair and a pink dress on dipping her toys on the water. I start to colour in my picture when a sudden gust of wind lifts up my sketch book and carried it away. I run after it looking like an idiot. I finally catch it and I look at my watch. I grab my things and run back to the old mansion.

You should know something about me, I'm no ordinary girl. My parents were killed but no one knows how. I was put in care straight away and I'm not one of those cute little girls all blonde and curly no I'm dull and frizzy. No one wants a child like me so I am now 14 and still alone. I have been in 10 homes since I was put in care. This one is my favourite the workers don't pretend they care about us they just get drunk and if we keep out of their way we can do anything we want to. I arrive out of breath just in time for count up. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 and of course 12. One of the workers count touching my head. I give a bitter laugh and I get a smack on my right cheek for being "rude". I grab a mouldy yogurt and stale bread and go up to my room. I climb up into my special place where I can forget about life. I breath out and start to imagine what life would be like to be a member of the royal. I laugh bitterly at the thought.

I decide to go for a walk as there is nothing to do. I go out of the house through the back hoping to miss the drunks. I walk up the main road to the small village. I stand out a sweet shop looking at the sweets. Why do I do this to myself? Just teasing my self knowing I can never have one? I carry on walking to the pub where all the drunks from the night before lye on the ground covered In their own vomit. I have promised to myself never to drink. Never to turn out like one of them. I stepped over a bearded man covered in his own waste to. I was nearly throwing up my self. How can people get like this?

I run past the pet shop and the supermarket on my way to my third job I do. I help around the house for an old lady who lives in a cute little house with roses growing up the side of the white walls. I open the gate to be met buy her little Jake Russell, Benny.

"Oh Benny, you know Selena, Don't you?" She told the dog coming out still in her dressing gown and rollers on her hair.

"Hello Mrs Perkins, How are you this fine morning?" I ask being polite as she is the only person who really cares about me. I walked into her lounge. Which smelt like mould. I held my breath as I walked past the revolting toilet that was never cleaned.

"I am having a dinner party, I would like the house spotless and new." She said coughing at the end. I looked at her confused. Then she gave me £50 and told me to go and get some yellow paint. I ran out of the house and ran to the the small village corner shop. I brought some paint called sunny duck and I ran back to her house. I walked in and saw her asleep in a pink broken chair. I shook her a little to wake her up but it was no use. Then I realised she wasn't breathing. I screamed. I ran to the house phone on the wall and called an ambulance.

They arrived and pronounced her dead at the house. I cried a little and watched as we body was lifted up and put in a body bag. I was now crying so much. The paint was lying on the floor and I kicked away in anger.

"Hello what's your name?" Asked a police woman,

"Selena" I answered looking up at her.

"Is this woman your grandmother?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Well then do you know any of her family?" She asked again.

"She didn't have any, her husband died 5 years ago in a boat accident" I said hoping I could go back to the old mansion.

"Ok, do you know if she had a will?" She asked putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry I don't know" I answered looking at the floor.

"I know this is hard but please try and concentrate" she told me looking around the room.

"We have found her will" someone called from another room.

"What does it say" the police woman said letting go of my shoulder and going into the room. I took my chance and ran out the door towards the old mansion. I ran through the town centre dodging cars and sprinting past cyclists making them fall off their bikes. I started to run up the steep hill. I got halfway up and could see the old mansion. I walked the rest of the way and I opened the wood lice infested door which didn't lock. I ran up the wooden stairs and into my tiny room. I let out a huge sigh of relief and climbed up onto the top of my wardrobe and sat there for a minute then started crying.

"Selena!" Someone shouted form down stairs. I ran down wiping my eyes so no one could tell I had been crying. I saw the police woman standing at the door. I gave a little smile.

"I have some news" she said,

"Why don't you go into the room at the end to talk" one of the workers said pointing us to the door.

We walked silently to the door and opened it. It led into a rather grand room with a working fire and a TV. I smiled then closed the door.

"What news?" I asked sitting on a sofa.

"The will Mrs Perkins wrote giving everything to a person was found and I read it just after you ran, the person, the person is you!