Coursework Sophie Logue 9R 21/5/08
The Deserted Street
“I hate you, I hate you!” I cried as I ran out the front door. What was the matter with them, why did they always argue? My parents’ relationship was hanging on a thin thread. Every few nights I heard the shrieks of anger and remorse. I just stood there, I watched them, and I waited for the silence, it never came. Throughout the night I would cry, cry myself to sleep. Tears landed on my pillow as if they were drops of rain filling an ocean only that this ocean seemed never ending. My heart drummed in me, it kept the sudden rush going, the rush of sadness and guiltiness. I suffered the pain but why did I?
A rush of air flew in like a bird in awesome flight, I wondered if something was not right. Silence surrounded me like a cold draft and the dark night set in. They had stopped, some peace had come. I knew they would still be secretly throwing daggers at each other; nothing was ever pleasant and homely. I crept out of my rickety bed and tiptoed over to the window, I searched outside for some life, everything was clear. Down, I went on the ivy dodging the rats and mice. I walked slowly down the avenue making a crescendo into a run finally sprinting at full pace. Without looking at street names and turning many corners I stopped. A dead end. Back I went slowly this time, shivering in the nights cold. Where was home?
