Creative Writing - "Relief"

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Nov/Dec 2002

Creative Writing – Coursework

“Relief”

        The phone rang. It broke the silence of my seething rage. Its high piercing sound irritated me for some reason. I wanted to scream.

        Lisa wouldn’t normally cause me to feel that way (maybe it wasn’t just Lisa, but she had been getting to me recently). As twins we were supposed to share a special bond, and usually we got on really well. Despite being only four minutes older than Lisa, I often felt strangely protective of her.

        With curly blonde hair and brown eyes we looked totally identical, but the similarities ended there. Lisa’s favourite word was change; new outfit, new boyfriend, new hairstyle and so on. I was calmer. I had two very close friends – Hannah and Angie, and a steady boyfriend – Adam.

        That was another part of the reason why I was at home and in such a state. I had just got to the party, after being held up with my friend Laura, who was upset about family problems.

        Things between Adam and I had not been going well recently, and tonight he had arranged to meet me at six, so we could talk. It was nearly seven. I feared the worst, but friends do come first.

        However I was not prepared for the scene that met my eyes. I stood transfixed. Something sharp went straight through my heart. There stood Lisa and Adam, alone.

        Two of the people closest to me, I could not believe it. I ran. A huge bubble of emotion was trying in vain to escape from with in me, but it didn’t seem to know how. I could feel tears welling up. I wanted to scream, hit someone, collapse in a heap and break down and sink into the ground all at once. Then my emotions quieted and he silent tears began rolling down my cheeks.

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        I reached the deserted bus stop, when the bus came that was deserted too. My whole life seemed deserted. As soon as I was home I dialled Hannah’s number then the grim realisation hit me: All my friends were at the party, my parents were out, my older brother - Phil was out.

        A fresh wave of rejection, anger, betrayal and total emptiness swept over me, and suddenly I felt very tired. I peeled off my clothes and went to bed.

        How could Lisa have done that? It wasn’t something she would do. Borrowing my clothes? Yes. Shirking chores? ...

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