Running was not Alexia’s strong point. Her hair was whipping her face as she ran. Normally having her lovely long mane of golden hair looking like a birds nest would have bothered her but all she really cared about in that second was running. After another five minutes her throat started to burn. As she turned the last corner and faced the small cottage, her heart fell. She had not made it in time, now she was dead.
Alexia walked slowly up to the gate. With shaking fingers she unclipped the lock and stumped in. Her mind was racing wondering if she could slip inside and up the stairs before anyone knew. She crossed out that idea at once. Her stepmother had ears like a bat. As she approached the door all chance of escape disappeared, as there in the doorway was the one woman who’d been sent to make her life hell. Her stepmother!
Mrs Violet Tucker was a tall woman with big shoulders that would have looked better on a man. Her long black her was tangled and matted and tied back in an untidy plait. Violet’s dress was dull and shapeless and showed her bad taste in style and her personality. Her eyes were the sort of eyes that could give you nightmares; they were a violent green colour, the sort witches had in story books.
“Where have you been?” Her deep voice boomed. The question Alexia was dreading had come too quickly for her to think up an answer. “Um… I lost track of time…. I was in the stables….. I have been running the whole way here!” She tried to make it sound as true as possible; she had been in the woods looking for the werewolf her father had told her about when she was little.
“Really, well that’s a shame.” There was so much sarcasm in her voice. “We ate dinner five minutes ago and that means that you don’t get any dinner and you shall not be let out to visit the stables for a week. Now get in!”
Alexia walked quickly in to the small house. She felt rage bubble up inside her. She whipped around to face her step mother. “I HATE YOU AND I JUST WISH YOU WOULD GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!” She bellowed before she could stop herself. She knew she had better get out of there, so she ran up the wooden stairs and opened the door to the right and stormed in.
Fear boomed thought her body. The room began to spin. Images flashed though her mind. Her father’s helpless and sad face. Her stepmothers evil cackle. All this made her feel sick with fear and anger. All her insides suddenly jolted as she remembered the monster in the woods. How it had chased her. How it stared in to her eyes, as if reading her soul. What should she do? The thumping of her heart started booming faster. Her eyes became blurred with tears and she felt the blood rush to her face. All the while everything was slowly getting darker and darker. Until all she could she was blackness. A blackness that seemed to swallow her whole. Darkness, Darkness and pain were all she felt. As a monster seemed to be devouring her from the inside- out until there was nothing left only fear…
