[[Had this idea during the episode 1/7/10. Its probably rubbish but ah well…I don't really write anymore due to certain circumstances and I've not written anything for a while, so im not promising this will be any good. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Please read and review]]
The screams echoed through out the square. The piercing wails of a teenage girl, sending shivers up the spines of every single resident, waking them immediately from their slumber. The sound of wretching reaching the ears of the locals living nearer to the where the incident was taking place.
Curtains twitching as people jumped from their beds to see what was going on, and the odd person, standing in pyjamas, and dressing gowns, exiting their houses to get a closer look.
Ronnie Mitchell had, only minutes before, gone upstairs to get ready for a good nights sleep, leaving her mother and aunty downstairs. The screams made the hair on her arm stand on end as her heart skipped a solemn beat. The screams were so similar to ones that had escaped her the night her life completely fell to pieces once again. The night that Danielle died. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath automatically as she always did, when something reminded her of her daughter, as if it was the only way she could deal with it.
As her mind stopped racing, she looked down into the cot next to her bed, where her 7 week old baby daughter was sleeping. She didn't even squirm at the sound, but Ronnie felt a sudden urge to lift her daughter out of her cot, and cradle her tightly, as if to protect her. But, from what, she didn't know.
She walked over to the window, peeling back the curtains. In the centre of the square, that was lit up with street lamps, she could see four youths with fear etched over each of their faces. Ronnie's face dropped, and a look of fear submerged her features. She didn't know what had happened, but it certainly didn't look or feel good.
There was a light knock at Ronnie's bedroom door as she continued staring out of the window, trying to conjure up ideas of what may have happened. Turning around slowly, she saw her mother leaning against the door frame, taking in every detail of her daughter and grand daughter, almost forgetting why she had gone to Ronnie's bedroom in the first place. Suddenly snapping back into reality, Glenda suddenly spoke.
''I wonder what's going on out there, Did it wake Ruby?'' She almost whispered, so as not to wake Roxy and Amy, in the next room. Ronnie shook her head in answer to whether her daughter had woken. Clearly neither knew what was going on outside, but both seemed a little on edge over the situation. Mind you, nearly everybody on Albert square did.
''You should get some sleep. You look shattered'' Glenda spoke delicately, with eyes filled with nothing but love for her eldest daughter, and youngest granddaughter. She walked over to Ronnie and kissed her head before holding her hair back and kissing Ruby's head. ''I suppose I best be off then'' She added.
As her mother turned and started to walk out of the darkened room, Ronnie took a step forward into the dull light that was being pushed into the room from the landing. ''Could you stay?'' She croaked. Her throat was dry and she sounded almost husky.
Glenda turned slowly, suddenly noticing the wailing of police sirens. She looked deep into Ronnie's eyes, and could see how unsettled she appeared. She walked closer to her daughter. With just inches between the pair, Glenda, reached out and pushed the hair away from her daughters face, and lightly held her chin, lightly rubbing Ronnie's cheek with her thumb. ''Of course I can'' she smiled.