I began to walk the winds blowing hard in my face and dust particles orbiting me. I could only hear the leaves rustling and I grabbed my long coat firmly as it was getting cold.

NAME: KHALID DALAL 11X5 ENGLISH SET: 2

A painful experience

I was perched silently on the fortress of the wall, my long, dark coat billowing behind me like angel wings. The cold greys of the industrial sector sprawled out before me, showing hunger of the smelling of the chippy around the corner, the safety of the city was barely visible on the horizon. The stairs behind me were steep and narrow yet I still managed to make it down. I looked around but the silence remained. “Screech” a cat scurried along the empty street. The dizzying heights didn’t seem to bother much as I sat down on a narrow steel pole, my eyes fixed on a huge metallic bridge in the distance with the feeling of doubt that I was being watched.

I spotted a dark figure round the corner and promptly got to my feet in awareness. Time was moving ever so slowly now, an echo of time once had and now lost. An echo of peace, hostility, friendship and betrayal. Many questions were coming into my head now and were annoying. I couldn’t believe they ditched me! Why did they ditch me? No hope no-one to aid me what should I do?

I began to walk the winds blowing hard in my face and dust particles orbiting me. I could only hear the leaves rustling and I grabbed my long coat firmly as it was getting cold. It seemed as if there wasn’t any sign of people for years.

I came to the industrial sector where I began to explore it. The place was dead, devoid of life, an abandoned maze of rust factories, chimneys and water tanks, electricity pylons towered over many of the buildings, and a network of overhead cables covering the entire area. I sensed someone was ...

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Watching from the corner of my eye only seeing half the figures body, Waist to feet. I presumed it was a man due to his dress code. Big black heavy boots kind of the ones builders would wear and blue denim jeans with a black metal belt rapped around it. His hand delved into his front right jean pocket then re-emerged, tightened around a heavy black metal object. He knew I had noticed him and he was close enough to make the details of my face. Using a reflection on the broken glass below me I could see his full appearance, his rough stubble on his cheeks, the dullness on his lips and the beady eyes hooked on to me. He switched on a light more like a faint light of torch whose batteries were dying out flickering it around but then kept the direction of the beam towards the ground.

I could now here the faint padding of his footsteps on the dusty floor, the displacement of air in every breath he took; hearing the quickening beats of his heart, I began to pick up pace. Still my gaze was focused on the landscape before me, moving further into the industrial estate not taking my eyes of the cold steel structure.

Suddenly it got to me what was I doing here? Where am I? Where are my friends? Oh no!

I saw the man clench his hand breathing heavily and fast but soon my heartbeat outraced his. Coming closer towards me I hesitated more and more walking faster and faster twisting through corners and narrow openings. This place was too big what was I supposed to do?

My heart still playing that monotonous beat really fast, looking for help but there was no success. I spotted the figure again as I peered around the corner of an old rusty container. “Ting”! A rusty steel pipe dropped from above the container, making a sonorous sound which sent an echo around the whole of the industrial region. The figure’s head slowly turned and then started walking towards me. I immediately started to sprint and dashed down a narrow deserted lane with a “murderer” following behind me. I saw a metallic staircase leading up to a building with a small opening from what looked from my view a cracked wall. Besides studying it closer I quickly dashed up the stairs leaving less noise as possible.

I entered up in an abandoned room, looking around for help in desperation but there was no use. The room was dark and gloomy. Only myself contained this room and the above mirrory window with several crack marks on it. I peered out of the window in hope again that I would find help. “Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock”. It was so quiet now I could hear the watch on my wrist playing its monotonous tone. I was petrified.

“Bang-Bang-Bang”! The dark devious devil was getting ever so close now hearing his footsteps below the floor. His large black builder boots made an echoing sound in the room where I was in, he was muttering words but I couldn’t gather what he was saying, then with a large stomp he shouted “ I know you’re in here”.

My hopes of him giving up faded away. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I tried to make myself unconscious by hitting my head hard against the dusty backwall but this only led to blood pouring down my head. Maybe if I hit my head harder I thought to myself.

I was just about to hit my head when I heard a creak on the floorboard. It was it. Then I saw him face to face matching the description when I saw him on the reflection of the broken glass but this time facing towards me. A large bearded dark man with small beady eyes and clothes that must have been two years old he looked as he was in his 40s but had a determined look of a mad-man, his evil smug smirk on his face staring at me. Blood and sweat combined together dribbled down my forehead, tears leaked out of my eyes, tears of fear. Ever so slowly he came towards me and constantly I refrained further towards the cracked window.

I looked out once more and recognised my ex-friends were here. They were looking up at me giggling then bursting into laughter; more tears came out of my eyes, but not tears of fear, tears of betrayal and hatred. I had forgotten that there was a six-foot madman waiting to kill me. I had forgotten that.

I could only see a bright light…

Where was I?

What had happened? Oh no!