When I looked at the time, I was in disbelief. No! I made my way left and out of the crowd, pushing everyone out of my way. I couldn’t find my way out. It felt like the crowd was endless. After continuous searching, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. I got out and ran like lightning. I turned round the corner and got ahead of the crowd. I was out of breath but I kept whispering words of encouragement to myself. My voice was wobbly due to all the running. I felt more like a horse then a human, but I had no choice. I couldn’t back down from a challenge. Generally speaking, I’m more of a sprinter than a long distance runner. The dark - brown mud was clinging to the soles of my torn rags covering my feet. I could feel the mud squishing beneath my perfectly shaped and sized feet.
As I got closer to the theatre I started to slow myself down, skidding on the way. My feet were brazing the hard ground. I swiftly strolled through the cracked, stone archway, leading into the Globe. There were the most magnificent pieces of art people like me could only dream of seeing. The walls were also made of stone and they glistened when the sun shined on them because of the sprinkle of rain yesterday. The statues were exceptionally weird but a joy to glare at. Everywhere I looked I could see posters advertising the plays. It was like being transported into a fantasy world.
There was a small queue of people but not long after I was next to the collection box. I reached into my pocket and got hold of the leather wallet. Trying my best to stop it slipping out of my hand. I opened the wallet and withdrew a penny. I put it into the slit of the red box. The colour had peeled off and the box was in urgent need of replacement. I could see employees glaring at me with their beady, little eyes, wondering what I was doing with that kind of money but when the crowds started to appear out of nowhere they focused their undying attention on them. Their jobs were to make sure viewer paid their fees but they had the attention span of a goldfish.
I finally got inside. I was a lousy groundling. I looked above and somehow balconies were packed with rich people even though I got there first. The ladies were wearing silk dresses in a variety of colours and sitting up pretending to be ‘lady - like’ . A lot of those vultures were whispering snide, unpleasant comments about us to their husbands who did not give their views a seconds thought but I didn’t care. They must be so proud to be born rich. The men were all wearing dark coloured tuxedos, like the man I cunningly robbed. Another reason to detest the wicked rich people of Britain. The sound of chattering filled the theatre.
After ours on end, just waiting for the sweet release of death a young man appeared on the stage. He has blue eyes that were small and wide and had uncut blonde hair that blew in the refreshing Summer breeze. He was wearing a dress and that’s when I realised he was an actor.
“C-c-can I have your attention please, unfortunately the play MacBeth has been postponed for a short period of time, until we can find a replacement for one of the actors.”
“Awww,” The crowd started shouting with the voices that pierced into your souls. They started throwing whatever they could get their hands onto on the stage. Most of the items being thrown were missing the stage and hitting the groundlings. Panic broke out. The groundlings starting pushing and shoving, trying to get out of that death zone. I was being used as a shield by an arrogant man and that’s when things got worse…
The other people on the bottom floor were getting irritated and furious at the man’s actions and starting throwing rocks at him and the upper - class people. After a while I managed to free myself and got as far from him as possible. I felt something on my head. After a while I could feel the intense pain spreading all over my body. At that moment in time I realised that someone from above had dashed a razor-sharp, pointed rock at my head. My sight was blurry and was getting harder to see by the second. I could feel blood oozing out of the significantly large wound. It was dripping onto my shoulder like water. Nevertheless I carried on making my way to the door if I had any chance of survival. I could see the sun’s light breaking its way into the doorway and then I realised I was heading the right way. I slowly made my way to the door and finally reached the exit
My eye - sight had worsened and was getting darker. I could not see anything and was struggling to walk. Unexpectedly, I collapsed. I could feel the pain on my head numbing but was nothing compared to the unreal pain on my body. I was being trampled…