Falling By Clockwork

Thunder And Go

The gun shot sounded throughout the room. The bullet hit someone. You could tell it was a good aim by the amount of blood that was covering the floor. The girl couldn't move for she was in shock. Then everybody was moving. Her eyes landed on the man that was shot. She felt her heart speed up as her small legs took her to him. Too much blood had been lost. She didn't understand. He held her face with his large hands.
"I love you, my darling." he whispered before he slouched down. He was sleeping. Or so she thought he was. Her little hand patted his cheek.
"I love you too daddy." she said wondering why he wouldn't open his eyes and smile like he usually would. Her pretty purple dress was now sticky with dark, red stains. Her father's white shirt had been full of red blotches like the time they had been painting. Only this time, it wasn't paint. The gun was only a few feet away from them. The man who held it had ran away. In the back of her mind she could recall him. Only fragments of what he looked like. Never permanent features. She was the only one who saw it happen. It was as if her mind only remembered it when she slept or when she heard loud noises. The gun was shot four times. Only one bullet missed.

7 Years Later

I jumped up from my slumber. My whole body was warm and my heart was racing. Just as I was getting my breath back again, there was a flicker of light in the room followed by a loud bang that made me jump in the air. It's just a thunder storm. It's just a thunder storm. It's just a thunder storm. I chanted in my head. Looking around me, I was in a double bed with the quilts wrapped around me. It wasn't my house which made me get out of the bed and look around.

Swinging the door open, I stepped in the landing and walked down the stairs quietly. It must of been early hours of the morning. I had a pounding head ache and no clue where I was. Stepping into the room, I saw a boy lay across the couch with his arm covering his face. The thunder sounded again and I leaned against the walls catching my breath. There was a clock on the wall and when the light flashed I caught the time. It was 7;45am.

Instead of waking the boy, I turned around to go out of the room and saw the images on the wall. A man with black hair and broad shoulders had his arm around a light caramel coloured women. She was beautiful with long black waves around her shoulders. Then the boy who smiled widely. He was pretty cute. Even if he wore a leather jacket.

Something about leather jackets scared me. Leather jackets always reminded me of gangs. Gangs reminded me of guns. Something about guns tugged my memory. It gave me a bad vibe so I crawled the stairs back to the bedroom where I woke up. The first thing I looked for was my phone which was thankfully on the top of the draws facing me.

one message: Mum
Hey honey, I should be home by Wednesday. I hope your okay. I can't wait to see you. Phone me soon, it's been too long since I heard your voice. I love you lots, my darling.

I smiled. My mum was working away so she wasn't home. I missed her like crazy. I'd ring her tonight. Placing my phone down, I crawled into the bed and wrapped the quilts around me again. My eyes closed as I curled the blanket around my arm.

The night started of great. The little girl danced with her mother with the bright lights shining on them before her father joined it. They were a happy, close family. That night it was the woman and the mans wedding day. She wore a white, sparkly dress that made her look like a princess. The little girl wore a purple princess dress. The girls looked beautiful. The man wore a black suit with a white shirt. They looked happy. After they danced the man took his little girl to the room a few floors up to bring out their gift to the woman. The little girl was so excited she kissed her mothers cheeks before she pulled the man with her.

When they got in the room they weren't alone. Two men stood with broad shoulders and grim expressions. The little girl thought they were meant to be there. They weren't. They wore all black, black jeans with a black shirt and a black leather jacket over the top. There was a shine when they moved. It was under his jacket. The man who had two different coloured eyes. One was green and the other was a gold colour. Smiling, the little girl walked over to him and stared. Her father tried pulling her back but she worked her way around him. She should have stayed with her father. The man with two coloured eyes shoved the little girl aside and she flew to the floor. No tears were evident and she jumped to her feet and kicked the mans ankle. He stumbled but stood his ground. Her father pulled her behind him quickly. The rage was evident on his face. He wasn't happy that this man touched his daughter. Leather Jacket Men both shouted for the man to get the money.