Home (gonna change it but I dunno what to call if)

Final (well sorta)

Lemme just clear some things up. This is not my exact final as my teacher has it and obviously we are not allowed to take it home with us. So before taking the exam I wrote this to get my ideas down. Hope you enjoy xx

"Don't look. Don't look. Don't look." Kiara whispered to herself. Don't look towards the sound."

It was a freezing night, but a bright one. The moon shone like an enormous light bulb, stars winked at passer-by's below. Wind whipped across Kiara's cheeks; covered in grime from the lack and care of not washing. The monstrous, unrelenting wind sliced through her thin clothes and chilled Kiara to the bones. She wrapped her arms tighter around her small frame- frame that made everything look so much larger. The rustling in the bushes next to the straight pebbled path that she was walking on continued. Kiara snapped her head in the direction of the noise on the silent night. She stopped. Stared. Ignoring the mantra that she had told herself just minutes ago. Kiara's bloodshot eyes scanned hungrily at the bushes. But saw nothing. Just nothing. The moon's tentacles of light had not yet reached where she stood and where the sound had erupted from. Kiara turned her back and started walking fatser. Her robotic strides not moving fast enough. But the sound got louder. Louder. A body jumped out of the bushes. Kiara didn't have enough time to study the person but knew it was male. She ran. Her breath came out in short laboured breaths. Her chest heaved in and out , somehow not getting enough oxygen. White tendrils of smoke curled out of her gaping mouth. Kiara could hear her hunter's footsteps behind her. Not far.

"Boom! Boom!" the footsteps sliced through the silence and invaded her small ears.

Kiara veered off into an alley. She saw a dumpster. And without second-guessing her actions, Kiara leaped to the side pf it. The black and foul smelling rubbish softened her fall. Kiara was the castle, the bags her moat.

Tap, tap, tap. Her stalkers footsteps reverberated off the wet walls; covered in condensation and crumbling graffiti. She pressed herself farther against the cold metal of the dumpster. The sharp angles of her bones jutted out, making her wince at the slight discomfort. Her bottom already starting to hurt from the uneven ground. Kiara cracked open her eyes to see her pursuer striding down the alley. He walked like a normal schoolboy towards her slumped form, but Kiara knew he was anything but. He stopped. Raised his head to the night sky like a wolf scenting its prey.His hair rusteld against the howling wind and he slowly lowered his head. Stared straight at Kiara. His luminescent eyes bore into hers. He stepped closer. Kiara tried to think of how she had gotten herself here, in this very moment and prayed that the reason justified her suffering.

It had been two months now since Kiara had left home. The small reasons why she had left were unknown to her- her memory failing her. But the main reason was what Kiara remembered. She had been arguing with her mother about allowing her to go to a party but she had been refused. So, in the moment with her anger still burning at the pit of her stomach, she had left that night with only the clothes that she wore and £20 to her name that she carried in her jean's pocket.

Winter had come through quickly- It must be nearly Christmas now. The festive decorations signalling the holidays nearness.

The man stepped closer to Kiara's frozen form. His clothes hung loosely on his skinny body. But Kiara saw something that made her eyes widen and her mouth widen in shock. A knife. He had a knife. The weapon was held precariously in his right hand; its blade glinted in the moonlight and smiled at her, promising to bring further pain. Shadows of the night covered half of his but she could see crystal clear that his thin lips were pulled into a tight smile, stretching the skin around it, giving him a crazed and maniacal expression.

"There you are," he smirked. His voice ran over her body making her feel dirty and cringe outwardly at the sound. He reached towards her body, his grimy and cracked, jagged fingernails inched closer and closer until they gripped firmly around her stick thin arm and hauled her up against his filthy body. Kiara didn't squirm, didn't try to run, and didn't even utter a sound of protest. Kiara could smell the alcohol on his breath as he breathed down her face.

"It's okay little girl, you'll be fine in a few moments." Kiara fell onto his wicked blade, the knife fulfilling its earlier promise. It was cold. Pain ripped across her body. Warm pools ran down her cheeks. She couldn't speak. Only shaky breaths were expelled out of her mouth. She could only watch as rivers of red poured out of her body, spilling onto the pavement below. Kiara could only watch as her life was splattered onto the ground. Darkness edged her vision and she remembered her mother soothingly tell her when she was little, next to the warm crackling of the fire,

"Look before you leap my child," she remembered the confusion that had entered her mind at her mother's words but now she knew what they meant. The last thing Kiara saw was the utter delight etched across her killers face. Everything went black. Then white.

THE END

Oh and guess what? (TOTALLY not bragging) but I got a friggin
A+. (Yes they apparently exist 😂. Now to clear things up I am young, so if you're older and wondering how I got an A+ well it's because I'm most likely in a younger grade and marked less harsh