Sorry it's taken so long guys, moving to uni's been pretty hectic.
Not long till you know..
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Rosie
December 25th 2001
23:22
The shake on the girl’s shoulder woke her up suddenly from her fallen slumber and she opened her eyes to view the shadowed face of her father, leaning sideways on one elbow to face her. “Hiya Sweetpea, how’re you doing?” was his reply to her awakening, and as her eyes scanned his face she found herself maddened by his nonchalant tone. Enraged.
The girl’s reply was simple. She did not have to say any words to her father, for she knew he could see from her face exactly how she was. She needn’t make any gestures or actions to put across the hurt she was feeling, and so in reply to her father’s question she simply lifted herself up, took the keys she had placed on the shelf beside his bed, and walked out of the room silently.
The girl walked out of that hospital as fast as her legs would carry her and, as she broke into a run, she ran to the only place she knew without even conscious thought that she was running to.
Sitting down beside the grave, as she remembered doing those years previously, she looked down at the earth. The ground was black in the darkness, but even without light to see, she knew no daisies would be present to string. A present. Lying down beside the grave she wondered how it would feel to be lying the other side of the layer where she rested. Just how cold it would be, just how dead she would have to be. And out into the silent darkness she whispered to whoever was listening, “Merry Christmas”…
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