Your Life Was Taken <33

''Ah, Ouch'' I yelped and whined as, I fell over on the shattered glass,

all over the alleys pavement.

I examined my hands and knees, they were scratched and

cut, they looked sore. They hurt too.

I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath back, running from them was exhausting,

but finally I had lost them, down this unfamilier alley, I was scared.

Really scared.

Around me was broken shattered green glass, and the smell was atrocious,

probably the smell of dead rats, and second hand Ciggarette smoke, disgusting.

In Pain I pulled to my feet, and chucked my brand new bag across my shoulder, and walked in to darkness.

Through streets I didnt know, Past houses which were wrecked, and pubs full of vile,

rude men, I finally got to the lifeless tube station, which was recovering from the frantic

rush hoour around an hour ago.

A Tube arrived eventually and I hopped on, and waited.

At every stop the tube jolted and was like thunder destroying my soul,

I was tired and scared i just wanted to get home.

''This is Victoria station'' The smart Lady Voice announced.

Exstatic I threw myself of the smelly, lonely tube, and left.

I found the train that stopped at Sittingbourne, got on and drifted into a sleep,

holding my bag tightley, on my lap.

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Beep..Beep..Beep

I looked at my phone

*12 missed calls* all from mum.

Oh what do i say, i was meant to be home 2 hours ago.

I'm dead!

Beep..Beep..Beep

''He-llo?'' I quivered.

''Eliza!, youre alive, thank god for that, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?'' Mother sreamed down the phone.

''On the train, surprised I have signal actually'' I said disheartedly.

The conversation died after that, mum yelled more down the phone and I replied in a

peaceful manor, I knew she was worried, i'm not surprised I was 3 hours late home from school.

In london.

When I finally arrived in sittingbourne, she picked me up,

I got in to the tiny car, and watched the tears run down my poor mums face, one at a time.

It made my chest tighten, and I strugled to keep in my emotions.

When we made it 'home' I sprinted to my room, slammed the door shut

and cried myself to sleep.

Again.