I could feel the cold hand coming; I imagined death as an old, hooded figure carrying a reaping hook. He was leaning dangerously over me, the nurse had said that I was fighting for my life, I could die at any moment, it was like, like, he was holding his hook against my neck, ready to strike, ready to kill…
The next day, I was getting really scared-this was the end-I thought, I could die at any moment; well at least the bullies would be pleased. I felt like crying, but there was no point, who the hell would come and cry with me, then I heard them, they were in my room. I could hear their voices, they were full of happiness, well at least it felt like they were. Although I couldn’t hear what they were saying I was sure it was something like, “I do hope she dies, I’ve always hated her…” and their voices trailed into silence as the nurse started telling them that it’s not nice to say things like that.
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Bullying
Mystery / ThrillerA girl is bullied and bullied until a fire reaps through the care home she lives in, suddenly, she is in a coma in hospital. Will she wake up or will she die?
