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Hunted - creative writing

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Haunted Coursework (Drama) The silence was calming; at night this was always a rare moment. For Tina, it was something she wished for on the days her mum forced her to set out on the creepy streets of London to go out and buy some cigarettes. The hot humid air was painful to breathe through, especially as she was out of breath from all that walking. She was considering the good points about being ordered to go out all the time just to buy the odd meaningless junk for her mother; being away from the pigsty that she lived in was without doubt a positive side to it. Tina stuffed the 10-packet cigarettes into her pocket, fumbled in her washed-out jeans for a bobble and swept her long blonde hair in a bun. Heading home, the sixteen year old could spot her shabby, run down flat. It was so uninviting even Tina didn't want to return to 'home sweet home', well that's what she longed to have, just like the other kids her age. Knowing what was behind her red chipped door put her off even more. ...read more.

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Maybe it would be better if she wasn't living anymore, "just get it over and done with". But she also knew she was too afraid to die. The bitter taste of his hand made her want to vomit, he carried on gripping her mouth and his unshaven skin grazed against her cold tender cheek. From what seemed like a lifetime of standing in the same place listening to the deep, gruff voice in her ear describing to her what he would do to her if she moved or made a sound. All Tina could do was stand motionless and pray, this was the one time she needed someone desperately, but then again when has anyone ever offered their help to her? "Please..." she called out faintly. Unexpectedly the sound of footsteps echoed through the streets, astonished the man immediately let go. As soon as Tina felt his grip loosen she sprinted out of his reach and bolted up the street through the snake thin alleyways and past the mountainous buildings. Tina had never been so appreciative in her life; the footsteps were like a sign of help from god. ...read more.

Conclusion

The night had turned colder and behind a repulsive waste bin, Tina was laying on the hard stony floor, trying to breathe. A knife lay pierced into her sore flesh, just missing her heart. She knew the starry sky was going to be the last thing she saw. Tina lay in excruciating pain; agony tore through every area of her bruised body, she could still feel the trace of his hands gripping tight on her neck. With blood dripping off her, she knew after much thought this was the man had to be the man who killed her father. She needed to know the answers of so many questions, what had her dad been up to? What caused this tragedy? Who was this man? Why did he go for her? What had she got to do with anything? All these questions she should have asked her mum but daren't. Her mum must of known what was happening with her father, she acted strange after he died and wouldn't talk about his death, but then again Tina knew her mum was too distressed to speak up and stand up for anybody. With no explanation Tina breathed the last agonizing breath she would ever breathe. By Jasmine Cam. ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

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