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The Beginning

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Death Warrant Chapter 1-The Beginning Part 1 (The pain.) Six.Seven.Eight. How long had it been now? How many months had he been trapped here? He didn't know and he didn't care, all that he knew was that his purple sweater was the only thing that could comfort him in his time of need; it was his security, the only thing that stopped him from slipping into complete insanity. That and the thought of Charlotte, how he longed to be with her again, to hold her, to be in her grasp, to talk, to laugh, to make love. Andrew Bartholomew Kellar lay there and wept. The salt of his tears burned the scars on his face and his throat closed up in agony. How long would it take before they found him? Had they already given up? Too many questions to think of. (The pain, why won't the pain go away?) He was on the brink of suicide now, he had had his chances and his moments, but Charlotte's face was always in his mind, telling him not to give up, not to destroy what they have together. Together. He smiled through his tears. This word alone had the power to turn a confident man about to commit suicide into a quivering wreck, crying for hours upon hours before getting back into the daily cycle of what was left of his life. (You need your pills don't you? Face it, you need them for your pain.) (But I can't. They hold me back when I can get out.) (But the pain, it's too much.) (Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!!) Andrew screamed. He screamed until screaming would no longer help, he screamed so that somebody would hear him, not nearby though, there was nobody nearby he found out when he last escaped, he screamed to himself to get in control, to stay alert, he tried to hear his words, but all he heard was a long and silent scream... ...read more.


Come on just give me the jest of it" "Sorry Bruce that would be telling wouldn't it!" Andy shut the door with a smile on his face. Behind it he heard roars of laughter coming from Mr Rosenwell. Now all he had to do was wait, it should only take 3-4 months, which was a pretty short time in his book. Part 2 Andy laughed inside himself, oh no 3-4 months wasn't a long time, in fact when the time had past it had felt like only a couple of weeks. How times had changed. Now the months felt like years, time building up, he could swear that he was losing this battle and sometimes he thought that that would probably be easier, but Charlotte was always in his mind, saying no, together we can fight this Andy, together we will win. And so Andy fought on almost against his will, struggling to find a light, an opening that he could escape through. He would win this, he thought; he would win this battle if it killed him. (But how can you win? You're in too much pain!) (I don't care, I don't need my pills and I don't need you!) (Oh I think you do need me Andrew, I think you need me far more than you realise...) Andy shivered. It had been seven weeks since he had heard that chilling voice around him but only three weeks since he realised that the voice was actually inside his head. This scared him a little, Lord knows how many books he had published about people going mad, losing their wits, but he didn't think that he should have to be one of them, why should he be, he was to important in this world. Or maybe that had been his downfall, what he was saying now didn't sound like him at all. Did he really believe that he was so important he should cheat death? ...read more.


The wife was beautiful and the children looked every bit as great as she did, and the husband, the husband looked the most familiar of them all, it was something about him. Andy's eyes widened ten fold. He looked around, there was the glass bowl, the fruit still there, and to his left lay a large dining table with chinaware laid out, and there right in front of him was a portrait of his family. He was home. He was home and he could hear footsteps, they grew closer and closer until from around the corner, "Charlotte! Oh my God Charlotte I've missed you! I've missed you so much" Andy ran at her and threw his arms around her. Nothing. He felt nothing. His arm had passed straight through her body, and she had not even realised. He tried again, same result. Charlotte went to the table followed by Jack, Sue and Amy (the youngest of the children) and served up a pasta dish, she sat there in silence before Amy asked the question that made Andy freeze where he was stood. "Mummy when is daddy coming back?" Jack and Sue exchanged looks. "I've already explained that honey, daddy is on a very long business trip with his editors. He may be gone some time." "But why doesn't he call us?" "It would cost him a lot of money to call us from where he is" Jack quickly intervened, "And anyway you know he loves us don't you?" "Yes but..." "Amy please eat your food, it's getting late now." And that was it. Andy was home all right but he could not be seen, he knew what this was, he was dead. He had been killed in that truck and now his spirit had returned to his old house with his family. He wanted to cry out, to scream so that somebody could hear him and might see him, but something was stopping him, his chest hurt and he felt as though he couldn't breath, in fact he knew he couldn't. ...read more.

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