Hey guys! I've decided to share this old English piece with you. The main character is Cry and I will explain the rest later just in case someone didn't quite get it x Enjoy my English homework (with a few tweaks)
- Livvy xxxs
The dry autumn leaves are whipped around my ankles by the bitterly vicious wind, the sounds in my ears being the slow and steady footsteps behind me and the slightly laboured breathing. I keep on running as though I've done it since birth, and now it's all I know.
The sun begins to set, its dying light casting a blood-red hue over the bare and barren trees which attract me, I keep running. There lies my last chance at safety. My last chance of escape. I hear the footsteps finally begin to quicken, it too can see the trees. I realise the irony, they are in time with my heartbeat.
My breath fails to slow and my tired limbs forget to feel anything but pain, I submerge myself in the forest of crimson... I can still hear it.
The silent trees loom above my throbbing head and the thorn bushes bite into me as I tear through them. I fight desperately with my shredded hands. Will it follow me here? Is this place really going to be my salvation? I wait for darkness.
Gone is the crimson sun, and blackness falls upon the forest. There are no stars tonight. I can no longer see in front of me and I pray there is only darkness behind.
I drag myself to my feet wearily and creep forward tentatively, afraid to make a sound, afraid of being heard. Feeling with injured fingers, desperate for an escape, desperate to live.
The forest is hostile, I don't feel safe here. Skeletal fingers reach for me, pulling at my hair and stabbing at my skin. I taste blood. Tangled and knotted brambles claw at my clothes.
I sink to my knees.
I raise my head. I see a hole the celestial blanket above, it calms my fears, I finally feel at rest. The safety I have craved my whole life finally comes.
I close my eyes.
A cold hand is placed upon my head, but I do not open my eyes. A faint breath chills my neck but I will not open my eyes. I feel myself begin to shake. I can not open my eyes.
Should I fight or should I finally look It in the eye?
I think of my brother.
I choose.
I open my eyes.
At the same moment the heart monitor in an almost empty hospital wing flatlines, and a Swedish man lets a tear roll down his cheek as he leans in to kiss his beloved's forehead for the last time.
Story clean up time! YAY!
So basically, Cry had an illness and was dying. The thing chasing him was death and the brambles etc are supposed to represent his individual sufferings. At the end, he dies, which I tried to clear up by using the idea if Pewds kissing him goodbye.
Anyway, hope to see you later, guys! I love you all xxx
