Higher

This story is inspired by the video for 'Higher' by Hilltop Hoods :)

The little girl watch as her parents fought.

The little girl heard when her parents fought.

The little girl cried when her parents fought.

But.

The little girl escaped her life by drawing.

The little girl drew pictures.

Pictures of her family when they were happy.

Pictures of her hopes, her dreams.

Pictures of things she imagined.

She started drawing places she could escape to.

Treehouses.

Skyscrapers.

Happy places.

She started planning.

Planning.

Planning.

She drew.

Until she had her plan.

So she started building.

And she built.

Built the place she could escape to.

She took the things her parents had broken.

She took the things her parents had chucked out.

She took the things that held happy memories for her.

And she built.

Her parents told her they were going out.

The baby sitter was coming.

The girl started packing her bag.

Colours.

Paper.

Snacks.

Jumper.

And left.

She put her backpack on her back.

The baby sitter hadn't even come looking for her.

She was eating a bowl of chips.

The girl smiled and left the house.

Soon the babysitter came looking for her.

She found a skyscraper.

In a tree.

Filled with happy memories.

The baby sitter climbed up.

She called out to the girl.

No answer.

She kept searching.

She found the girl.

She saw the girl.

Her.

Broken.

Body.

Lying on the floor.

A picture was in her hand.

The girl had drawn one final picture.

The baby sitter looked.

It was originally a happy picture of the family.

But.

It was crossed out.

The baby sitter saw the picture.

It was in stages.

The girl was in the corner crying.

Her hands were covering her ears.

Her parents were yelling at each other.

Her mum was on her computer.

Her mum was telling her off for annoying her.

Her dad was drunk on the couch.

Her parents were yelling at her.

She was lying dead on the floor.