Splinky
29-06-2006, 06:09 PM
Clare was an ordinary girl; she got decent grades, had a good selection of friends and never really stuck out from the crowd. Life was ok, and she was ok. Things were ok.
Clare didn't know what happened to her life. It turned itself on its head. Life was suddenly full of surprises, behind every corner, in every book, in the weather. She just couldn't understand it. It all started when she left school and went to work...
She stepped grudgingly out of the door, treading carefully over the mat as she did every morning. Hitching her bag higher onto her shoulders, she slouched to the bus stop. Whilst walking, a icy wind whipped round her face and burnt her skin. She stopped, wondering. Why was it this cold in May? She shook her head and carried on.
"Climate Change..." she muttered, and thought no more of it.
As she stepped of the bus, the chilling wind stalked her down the streets, rounding the corners and climbing the walls. Her bare arms rippled with Goosebumps. Confused, she glanced over her shoulder and stepped into the doorway of her future.
"Well Clare, you can start by, um…” Kirron mumbled, trailing off and looking at the floor, “Cleaning the floors, I’ll be by the kitchen if you need me…”
So there she was, clutching a mop in the middle of a fast food restaurant, with a blue cap on her head, and a frown on her face. Why couldn’t he look at her without going red?
Kirron’s behavior didn’t get any better as the hours progressed. If anything, it was getting stranger. When she waved at him, he just averted his gaze, trying not to meet her eye. Clare could only wonder what was going through that spotty, twenty-four year olds head.
She didn’t think anything of walking home at dusk, the sun setting on the horizon, setting a pale glow on the floor. Kirron was behind her, stepping on her every step. The wind blew, making her shiver. She set off in a jog, glancing over her shoulder to find Kirron following her. She started to sprint, and Kirron did as well. The bus station was about a mile away, she couldn’t make it without missing the bus. She just halted, hearing Kirron do the same. She started to panic now. Searching frantically, she spotted some public toilets. She could barricade her self in a cubicle and phone the police.
The white door slammed shut. She could hear Kirron’s breathing getting closer. Her heart pounded against her chest, making her eyes sting with tears. Why was he following her?
“Clare, you left your cap!” Kirron laughed, “Why are you running from me?”
Clare sighed with relief, opening the door to receive the cap. Kirron was stood there, beaming and holding out her hat. She reached out to take it, but he pushed her back in the cubicle and went in with her, locking the door. Clare screamed, banging on the door, but he was holding her tightly. Her eyes were burning from tears and her throat was going to split. He turned her to face his, leaning closer.
“You do realize, you’re going to die,” His voice was suddenly manic, “but first, I don’t want you to die without a present”
He pulled her face against his and kissed her. Clare felt the softness of her lips, and thought she should enjoy her last kiss. She held his hair with her hands and pulled in closer. He pulled away quickly, looking shocked.
“You’re not going to pull away?” He questioned, breathing fast. She shook her head.
“I want to enjoy my last kiss, Kirron!” She giggled. What was up with her, she was about to be murdered!
“Well, good!” he hugged her, crying, and kissed her again.
That was it. The end. Over. Stabbed in the back by a person she only knew for eight hours.
The wind was never the same since.
Clare didn't know what happened to her life. It turned itself on its head. Life was suddenly full of surprises, behind every corner, in every book, in the weather. She just couldn't understand it. It all started when she left school and went to work...
She stepped grudgingly out of the door, treading carefully over the mat as she did every morning. Hitching her bag higher onto her shoulders, she slouched to the bus stop. Whilst walking, a icy wind whipped round her face and burnt her skin. She stopped, wondering. Why was it this cold in May? She shook her head and carried on.
"Climate Change..." she muttered, and thought no more of it.
As she stepped of the bus, the chilling wind stalked her down the streets, rounding the corners and climbing the walls. Her bare arms rippled with Goosebumps. Confused, she glanced over her shoulder and stepped into the doorway of her future.
"Well Clare, you can start by, um…” Kirron mumbled, trailing off and looking at the floor, “Cleaning the floors, I’ll be by the kitchen if you need me…”
So there she was, clutching a mop in the middle of a fast food restaurant, with a blue cap on her head, and a frown on her face. Why couldn’t he look at her without going red?
Kirron’s behavior didn’t get any better as the hours progressed. If anything, it was getting stranger. When she waved at him, he just averted his gaze, trying not to meet her eye. Clare could only wonder what was going through that spotty, twenty-four year olds head.
She didn’t think anything of walking home at dusk, the sun setting on the horizon, setting a pale glow on the floor. Kirron was behind her, stepping on her every step. The wind blew, making her shiver. She set off in a jog, glancing over her shoulder to find Kirron following her. She started to sprint, and Kirron did as well. The bus station was about a mile away, she couldn’t make it without missing the bus. She just halted, hearing Kirron do the same. She started to panic now. Searching frantically, she spotted some public toilets. She could barricade her self in a cubicle and phone the police.
The white door slammed shut. She could hear Kirron’s breathing getting closer. Her heart pounded against her chest, making her eyes sting with tears. Why was he following her?
“Clare, you left your cap!” Kirron laughed, “Why are you running from me?”
Clare sighed with relief, opening the door to receive the cap. Kirron was stood there, beaming and holding out her hat. She reached out to take it, but he pushed her back in the cubicle and went in with her, locking the door. Clare screamed, banging on the door, but he was holding her tightly. Her eyes were burning from tears and her throat was going to split. He turned her to face his, leaning closer.
“You do realize, you’re going to die,” His voice was suddenly manic, “but first, I don’t want you to die without a present”
He pulled her face against his and kissed her. Clare felt the softness of her lips, and thought she should enjoy her last kiss. She held his hair with her hands and pulled in closer. He pulled away quickly, looking shocked.
“You’re not going to pull away?” He questioned, breathing fast. She shook her head.
“I want to enjoy my last kiss, Kirron!” She giggled. What was up with her, she was about to be murdered!
“Well, good!” he hugged her, crying, and kissed her again.
That was it. The end. Over. Stabbed in the back by a person she only knew for eight hours.
The wind was never the same since.