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The Woman In White.

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The Woman In White We parked opposite the house. It was a cold winter's day. Even the thick scarf, draped around my neck couldn't stop the sharp wind from biting at it. I started to cross the bustling road, reluctantly. It felt as if my feet had turned into a lump of stone, making each step I took, harder and harder. I looked up at the towering building, as my Dad rang the doorbell. A warm yellow light was pouring out of the tall windows, oblivious of the pain inside. My family and I almost tiptoed into my Grandma's bedroom, too scared to make any noise, in case of disturbing the peace. She was just lying there, so still, pale as the crisp white snow that was falling to the ground outside. I couldn't stand to see her like that. Her skin almost seemed translucent, it was so colourless, her freckles appeared as though they had faded away. The sparkle in her fresh green eyes had dimmed. It took me by surprise. ...read more.


Fiona, my Mum, broke the deathly silence by stating, in an upbeat tone, how a customer had just brought a piece of furniture from my Grandma's antique shop, which she lived above. My Grandma strained a smile, although it seemed like her face would shatter into a thousand pieces, and whispered, "Good, good." My Grandma was not an archetype of an "old woman". She had so much enthusiasm, and energy. Her days would be full of work, and play. She was so vivacious. She would be up by six in the morning, buying furniture from the market. She would be in the shop all day. Her evenings were full of friends and family. She was so loved. Right up until the day she started getting those symptoms, at the age of seventy-nine, she had run this little shop, all by herself. I remember being very young and darting in and out of the odd little pieces of furniture, and weird ornaments. I would stare at myself in the cut crystal, and laugh at how funny I looked. ...read more.


I couldn't cope anymore, my whole body was aching from trying to keep in the tears. I span round, to make sure that she wouldn't see my shameful tears, rolling down my face. My whole family had been so strong and supportive of each other, and I couldn't even do that. At that precise moment, I realised that I was actually going to lose her forever, and it had shocked me so much that I couldn't even control myself. Two days later I woke to the news that my Grandma had died that night at eleven. Dad and my Aunt had been by her side. My Mum and I stood in the kitchen clutching each other for comfort. "Do you want to see her?" She asked. I didn't know how to reply. I so badly wanted to be with her, but was scared of what I would see. We threw some clothes on and bundled into the car. My Mum kept going on about what to expect, I'm not sure whether it made me feel any better. We walked into her room, half anticipating her welcoming smile. She looked so strange, so white and still. She had gone. ...read more.

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