Rollercoaster ride
Extracts from a gloomy life
It was dawn time, and Anabiyah's feet crunched on the cold, leaf-strewn ground. The wind howled fiercely and the air was damp and cold. Anabiyah hurried through the street, her red hair flying and getting tangled. She wore a small bag, dangling from her shoulfer. Her scarf swayed from the wind and her eyes were wide and tired. Worry echoed in all her features.
Last night she had got a letter from her mother. Her father had suffered from a car accident and was in a horrible condition. He had been released from the ICU last night and was resting at home. But still, he was very much injured.
That letter had shaken her, and she had quickly departed from hogwarts on a-one-day abscence permission, taken the train to Edinburgh and was now rustling through the great city to reach her house.Her home was known as the chestnut mansion and was a fairly big mansion located at the west countryside of Edinburgh. As she walked quickly, her worries about her father grew more. She could not bear to think about him, lying on a bed, injured and fatally weak, It made her head spin and tears leaked out of her eyes.
Finally she arrived at the street which bore her home. Trees benched around her and leaves fell from their branches. It seemes as if though the street was abandoned, the air heavy and carrying scents of past memories. She walked more quickly and finally reached the brown, polished gate of her home. She took a deep breath and knocked on it 3 times. It took a long time for somebody to answer and the person who did so was her mother.
"O-Oh my god, you're here, oh my darling"
She pulled her into a tight hug. Her mother looked weary and forlorn and her eyes were hiding pain in them. Her pretty face was tired and worry was etched on her features. She looked like she was handling a great deal of stress. It broke Anabiyah to see her mother like that.
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Your lips, my lips, apocalypse
Rollercoaster ride
Extracts from a gloomy life
Her mother quickly led her inside as it was cold and windy outside. As Anabiyah looked around her home, she felt sadness. Her house had changed a lot since her childhood memories. It looked glum and and as if a heavy air surrounded it, still carrying the deep memories that were left behind.
"Where's father?" She asked. Her voice croaked from lack of use.
"H-he still can't walk or move, but H-He W-won't see you now."
"What do you mean? I want to see my father!"
"Oh darling, I have got to tell you something. Your father recently read an article about how witches did evil things in the 17-19o0's and now he's convinced you are a bad omen and demon. Oh honey, I'm S-so sorry."
Those words hit like stones on her. Her heart ached and it felt as if she was sinking , deep and deep and deeper.
"No! It can't be possible!"
"I-it is"
Disbelief etched upon her. Her own father? No way.
She looked at her mother, tear tracks were staining her face. She nodded. Her mother gently took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom wher her father lay.
She pushed open the bronze door, which was located at the front wing of the long corridor.
As soon as she entered, she gasped. Her father lay on the bed tired and forlorn. His head was wrapped in bandages and his leg had a cast attached to it. When he saw her, his face reddened and his veins twitched.
"Emily, how dare you bring the demon into our house!" He belowed.
"Peter, stop, she's you daughter"
"I have no daughter!"
Anabiyah could not bear it anymore. She ran from the room, Grabbed her bag and fled from the house. She distangled herself from her mother's pleading arms. Her beart was aching and her mind racing. She ran and ran without looking back and ran until she was on the train back to hogwarts. In the past 24 hours, her life had been ridden on topsy turvy routes until she could not bear it anymore. Her heart ached and swelled like a baloon, ready to burn.
Your lips, my lips, apocalypse