Ayr Academy: Allannah Corson

THE GUN!

I feel the warm sticky, fingers round my body
It gives me shivers down my spine.
He gets tighter and tighter, waving me around in the air, shouting and cursing horrible words,loudly in my ear.
Is he going to put me down?
He is scaring me, i am terrified the way he is cluching me in his hand.

Someone else is in the room now, a girl with the most fascinating smile.
I look at her in despair,
His hand, warm and moist now as he brings me to his head, shaking with nerves.
SHE shouts NO
I explode, a red curtain of anquish fills the floor, as my smokey body calms down i cant help but feeling guilty that maybe i'm responsible.

by Allannah Corson