STORY (Stimulus Etc)
“FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!”
I shoved past the shouting crowds, pushing my way through, sliding past their hot sweaty shoulders. I walked past briskly, clutching my blazer in one hand and my bag in the other. My upper arm scraped against the bark of the tall oak tree, peeling away the fragile skin on my bare elbow.
I turned double checking in case anyone was behind me, anyone following me to my house, the house of all my worst nightmares. Two more houses and my nightmare starts...
The square paved concrete slabs aligned perfectly, the square hedge trimmed immaculately, four rectangles of frosted glass implanted into the clean red door, the shining letter box and keyholes...
“DING, DONG” I rang the doorbell scared of every consequence that might approach me after this action. While I waited I rubbed my eyes and wore my blazer.
My mother opened the door “Hurry up and get into the house!” she exclaimed, shoving me into the house. I entered into the lobby and removed my shoes leaning them against the wall.
“You’re useless,” She paused. “Blood on your shirt again, stop staring at my face, go and change!” She commanded. Her voice ran into my ears making me obey like a toy robot, I did as she said and came back down “SLAP” A hard blow hit me in the face making my eyes water, “Your bruises, I can’t keep buying you new make-up to cover that ugly face of yours!” “GO and wash the dishes!” I trembled not sure what to do so, again I obeyed her. I squeezed some liquid soap onto the sponge and got started. Once done I left the sink to drain and came into the lounge. “Oi, who said you could look at my T.V, you’re a useless rat, you are!” Her abusive words strangled me; trying not to stare at the television set I looked down at the floor. She turned up the television, I had to look. “Come here you dog.” I obeyed wishing I had the strength not to, but I had no choice. I sat there at her feet on the floor staring at her broad angry face. “You want to look do you?” She said. “Yes please” I replied softly trying not to provoke her anymore. “Stand up now, you filthy dog” She bellowed I stood following each instruction. She got out a long wire, black with a few coloured wires pepping out, “OUCH!” She whipped my legs, making them feel like jelly and then once round my face...
