With a wall of black and white writing and the scuttling of 1000 mice, all this is, is a giant concrete jungle. It used to be different though; before I was dead…
My name is Annabelle West, I am dead, I have been this way for quite some time. I was murdered at the age of 8, only 2 days before my 9th birthday. When I died I became part of a wall –a painting-, and when I died my red balloon came with me.
20 years ago (before I died) I would come here and watch the sunset burn away at night, I would listen to the cars, sounding like a hive full of bees, and I would smell the mouth-watering food, making my tummy rumble like a 100 drums. And through It all my red balloon was by my side.
It was so magnificent. So peaceful. But now it’s all changed, buildings upon buildings, they are so dreadful! The buildings make me feel scared. They make me feel cold and lonely like when I lost my parents. They’re just so grey and big and out there ruining the beautiful place I used to have. And the worst bit is they appear slowly, like my death. It took 10 years to complete! But even 20 years after my death my red balloon is still with me. But every day more and more appear and they get closer every time …
And then one day I was startled by machines. They were so big and ferocious! I was lost in a world of colour, bright orange, florescent greens and dark reds. They were so loud like that deafening ring you get in your ears sometimes. They started to move closer to me and my red balloon, creeping slowly but gracefully. I closed my eyes, shivering to the bone, feeling terrified. ‘POP’, all of a sudden my eyes were forcefully opened. NO! I sobbed like a new born baby. My balloon! My trusty, loyal red balloon!
