Mila's writing

This is one of my favourite bits of writing I feel it shows a lot of emotion and I'm really proud of my result!

Broken Lies  

Blood streaming down my face as I limp home, every step I take the words flood back. Runt, Twit, Rubbish- the one that hurt the most was nobody. Is that how everyone sees me- a nobody? Exaggerating my steps as walk home- hoping my forehead will stop bleeding from the time I get back. What would Mum say if she saw me like this?! I’m sick of lying but i'm too far in to turn back now.

Collapsing on my doorstep feeling under a rock for the house key I felt cool metal in my hand.Opening the door, I head for a mirror. Just as I feared a deep open cut scared my forehead, my eye will be black by tomorrow, my nose bent in a crooked direction it hurt so bad to touch, Broken I thought, blood still gushing out as the room began to spin, as I feel for the couch I sit down on the worn material the room goes black.....

I wake not properly though eye is fixed as is my nose and the cut has vanished, but the room is black and as lights flicker on I see someone turning to run, as I noticed who it is too late! He tackled me hard , it only took me a few minutes to realize he was not alone.

then the punching started it hurt more because I knew what was going to happen next…..

Screaming I wake up to the sound of my mum in the kitchen. 

“It's happening AGAIN she's on the couch unconscious!” the next thing I knew I was in an ambulance, when I came to this new town I wanted to leave my past behind. Take note, you can never scape lies or in this, case broken lies….

To be continued….

By Mila B