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I’m stuck in the depressing state of mind…….. What we know as math class. Nothing can really get much worse then this, and my mood or mind can’t lower from being so bored. Can’t anything save me from this torture of long division and subtractions? The numbers are muddling about with my mind sending my head spinning around the room. I can hear the pencils scratching along the papers and the muttering of other people talking quietly. My eyes were getting droopy and my grip was beginning to get much looser around my pencil ‘Violet’ Hayden whispered nudging me as the teacher walked behind us muttering madly to herself ‘What’s wrong with you?’ he asked concerned as I whipped my eyes, I stared at him with a dappy tired look slapped on my face. I yawned and said ‘I don’t know, something just feels very weird today’

‘Why?’ he asked with his eyes glued to his paper ‘I’ve just…’ I paused for a while. ‘I’ve just been having really weird feelings and vibes lately’ he looked up from his paper and gave me a confused look of amazement. I knew he had no idea what I was going on about ‘you know like when I had those feelings about Lilly’s dad and the next day we found out he died’ the look was whipped from his face ‘Who’s the feelings been about?’ I bit my lip really not wanted to say ‘Violet?’ I closed my eyes and took a breath. ‘My mum’ my eyes opened as he put his hand on mine. I looked at his pale face and saw he was beginning to get tears in his eyes. I stared at his blue eyes shedding tears ‘Sorry’ he whipped his eyes ‘I just don’t want you to get hurt Violet’ I smiled I wont it’s okay. I went to hug him when there was a heavy knock at the classroom door ‘Enter’ Ms demanded but when the head teacher walked through the door we all bolted up and stood straight. Hayden quickly whipped his eyes and sorted his shirt out. We all stared as his big framed body glided in gracefully. He stood tall in his black suite and black tie and look over us. His eyes fixed on me ‘Violet’ Hayden grabbed hold of my hand quickly, I gulped ‘Yes Sir’ he pointed to his feet and asked me to some over, I looked down and shook my head. He looked at me in shame. Beyond his masculine look his eyes were filled with pity and sadness ‘There is a taxi outside waiting for you. You need to go home immediately’ my head shoot up ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked all panicked ‘GO HOME VIOLET’ he said raising his voice. I felt tears dripping from my cheeks. What was I to do; I felt so many feelings either to run about screaming. Or to walk out silently with my head down looking at me feet as I walked out the silent room. I chose the second option revolving in my mind. As I neared the door I looked round at all the faces looking at me. I turned back around and headed out, I walked down the corridor and as I walked passed people they seemed to stop talking and stare at me. One teacher even put their hand on my shoulder. WHAT WAS GOING ON!? WHAT’S HAPPENING!? These questions were making me go mad, because I couldn’t answer them with the knowledge what I had. I looked outside and there was a taxi waiting with my councillor. I opened the door and walked slowly towards them ‘Violet’ she said but I just kept my head down and she opened the door for me and I climbed in.

I climbed in slowly; Sir slammed the door sending the wind powerfully through the back seat. The wind rushed to my face freezing the expression on my face. I felt the taxi start to rumble off. I barely moved and breathed moving through the almost dead town. What was going on? People seemed to look at me with faces full of sympathy and depression. My fingers glued themselves to the dirty fabric on the seats of the taxi. A heavy smell of smoke lingered in the air, mixed with fast food and sick. What made my stomach turn. As I neared my home my stomach dropped out from my mouth. I pulled my eyes away from the floor as the taxi came to a halt. I opened the door slowly and marched to my front door slowly. I went to turn round when I heard the taxi drive off.

I stood at the entrance to the door; my feet were cemented to the ground firmly. My breathing stopped completely as I stuck my quivering hand out to touch the heavy wooden door. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I slid my fingers down the door to the latch; the wood was cold and icy what sent a stinging sensation through my hand. My fingertips felt stuck to the frozen surface. I ripped my fingers from the wood and slid down to the latch, without the slightest of movement of my fingers the door moved slowly backwards. My eyes popped open suddenly, to alert myself to anything that may be wrong. I clenched my fists in case I had to use them

Still biting my lip I entered the house taking small unsure steps in. a strong odour hung in the air. The room was in ruins, I took small steps forward into the battle field of my once proud home. It made my stomach turn as I took deep breaths, just staring with my mouth now open at the wreckage. I blinked and took some larger steps forward. I wondered around looking through the various rooms and stepping over broken furniture and over turned tables. I looked around and there were plates smashed, windows broken and even pictures thrown. I went to pick our family picture up when I heard cries and screams from upstairs in the bathroom ‘MUM’ I screamed whipping my eyes, the cries carried on but got fainter and fainter ‘MUM’ I yelled again bashing my way through the torn to pieces house. I was at the foot of the stairs when the cries stopped. I thought of the worst. I bolted my way up the stairs, which seamed steeper then normal. I felt my safety rush away the higher I got. From this point there was no turning back. I jumped over tipped things and smashed item, I battled my way to the bathroom when I ran at the door. ‘Owww’ I shouted because I ran into the door what had been locked ‘MUM MUM MUM, OPEN THE GODAMN DOOR!’ I screamed with all my might, I banged and banged on the door and just kept screaming her to answer me. She just wouldn’t answer I ran at the door trying to break the hinges ‘MUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM’ I screeched until my last breath was gone. My back slid down on the door and I just sat there and cried throwing my head backwards against the door.

I must have sat there and cried for hours when I felt water seeping from the tightly shut door. My eyes were beginning to shut when I heard a voice from downstairs ‘Hello, Kathie Violet?’ It was a very familiar voice, when I shot up and screamed ‘DADDDDDDDDDDD’

‘VIOLET’ he shouted as he ran up the stairs as fast as he could throwing things out of way. I saw a figure coming up the stairs dressed in the army uniform. And I knew it was definitely my father…. He grabbed me and shook me ‘WHATS WRONG?’ I sniffed and could barely speak ‘M-M-MUM SHE’S LOCKED HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM AND I THINK SHE’S DEAD’ he threw me out the way and started to charge at the door while yelling her name. He smashed the hinges and fell through the door letting water gush from the room. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHH’ he screamed. I went to run in after him but he grabbed me and took me outside closing door ‘LET GO OF ME LET GOOOOOO’ I screamed crying and kicking, when he grabbed hold of me, grabbed a knife from his belt and drove it deep into me ‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’ I screamed as he pushed me to the floor ‘SORRY VIOLET BUT YOUR JOINGING HER AND SO AM I’ he took the knife and slid it across his neck ‘Ahhhhhhhhhh’ I screamed horrified as his body hit the wall and slid down leaving a trail of blood down the wall. I screamed as my blood drained from my body screaming and looking at my father lying dead with blood gushing out from his neck. My breathing was cut of with a sharp screaming sound…

‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’ I screamed with my head down, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my back where I was stabbed ‘GET OFF MEEEE’ I screamed as he shook me. My eyes shot open and I breathed. Everything was silent until I heard everyone stand up.

I have no idea what happened after that but all I can remember was my head teacher saying “There is a taxi outside waiting for you. You need to go home immediately”