A biting cold breeze swept past my face. The room was illuminated, my jaw dropped to the floor as I stared at what lay before me. The room had been turned upside down with the remains of wires scattered across the floor. The sliding doors had been forced open leaving scars engraved along the side of the wall. Beyond the horrific scene were the components belonging to the computer. They were left, discarded, along the route of escape. We must have disturbed them as the devilish deed was being carried out. I steped outside on the icy stone floor looking up at the monsterous trees which were swaying from side to side, fighting against the brutal forces of nature. Darkness engulfed the area, somewhere in the midst of the night lay the ruffians which carried out such a deed. Hatred was engraved on my mind while I contemplated my loss. Months and months of begging my resilient mother now seemed pointless. I returned to the hellish pit which used to be known as the computer room. I turned away from the scene and looked into the large mirror which hung on the wall infront of me. It reflected an ashen image, his face sullen and his lips dry like crust from bread. I stood silent gazing in dismay at the mess. My sister walked in to investigate the comotion. Her face turned from a rosy upbeat character to that of a shocked and disheartened person, as she to had her own plans for the machine. She had a more real reaction, her emotions were more open than mine and she seemed a lot more aware of the situation, where as I was distant from the event, trying to comprehend what happened.
My sister ran out, seeking comfort from my mum. Streams of tears were running down her face as she threw her arms around her. My mum entered the room to investigate. Before she walked through the door, you could see in her face she was prepared for the worst. She slowly moved out of the kitchen to enter the room. Her face was flushed and her frown lines started to appear on the oily surface of her forehead. Sweat was dripping from her temple and her eyes were concentrated as she began to enter the room. As she entered, the shock and shear reality of what she was seeing was too much. She started to cry as she looked around. She immediately wiped her tears, as she was expected to be the brave mother we all know and love. Of course, my dad was very manly about the situation, he dealt with it in in his own way. His face dropped and his cheeks flapped over his mouth. His eyes widened like a pool of darkness.
That brief period of cotemplating had passed and we all have now come to terms with the situation. I sat on the couch in the living room as my mum and dad took the necessary precautions. My mum began to inform the police of the situation. As she was on the phone, she was drawing on a scrap of paper next to her. I glanced at the pad which she was drawing on. The shapes which were being drawn were sharp and pointed and I felt this summed up the situation which we were in. I looked out of the window at the murkey street. This particular night was cold, and frost had formed on the surface of the car. The street light shone brightly in a carmine colour outside our house. The large bush which stood in the rockery, stood out as I scanned the desolate street. It used to be the scurge of my childhood as it always used to appear to me as a nasty monster, however as I looked at it the childhood memories disappeared and the whole idea of monsters seemed trivial. Earlier, before I entered the house, I had drawn a smiley face on the car door window. Looking back to when the situation was more than disireable, I began to drift asleep. There was a small boy who was ecstatic and full of energy. I was a participant in the dream, a ghost type figure. I was frantically trying to tell the boy not to enter the room. I look back now on the events which happened and the dream which I recall vividly, which was going to happen inevitably.
Sudden flashes of blue came hurtling round the corner. There was now a sense of security as the two men stepped out of the car. I imagined them to be very tall and well built. He entered the room, a moment of confusion occurred as I never expected a short woman with her partner being a scrawney looking with black round glasses, the complete opposite of what I expected. The calming sound of her voice was comforting as she began to investigate the problem. After the details had been given there were two more men who entered the building for forensic evidence. They scanned the crime scene and found a footprint and fingerprints of the criminal. I watched as they brushed along the wall and around the doorway. As the fingerprints were being discovered I began to see the reconstruction of the event. I imagined the criminal to be a huge character with a rough face seared with wrinkles and deep-set blackened eyes. That night I lay in bed knowing that there is a world around us which contains such people, however it isn`t all bad. As I remembered this my spirits rose dramatically and I drifted off into a reasonably untroubled sleep.
