armycadets
10-19-2009, 11:26 AM
Grief
By Micah Parsons
The burning smell: smoke, fire and blood was in the air. I heard low painful groans, prayers, cursing, crying coming from lower down the pitch black carriage. I cautiously moved down the carriage, fumbling with my mobile phone, using its weak light to find my way. I slipped on a slimy pool of what I thought was blood. I passed dusty blood covered figures some lying like rag dolls over the seats and floor. Suddenly I saw her she’s there , she’s there, I was her lying-motionless, her clothes all ripped, blood spurting out from a large blood covered hole it was forming a dark pool of blood at the bottom of the carriage.
It’s my fault- my fault- she’s like this because of me. Her natural beauty was visible; her long curly silky brown hair was all ruffled and all messy. I had always liked her hair I would run my hand though it when I was with her. Her short black mini-skirt was covered in dark stains and was virtually non existent revealing her soft baby like skin. Why did I persuade her? Why did I have to bring her? Why? My thoughts went back to the start of the day.
First period, business with head of department Mrs. Hadley. The worst teacher in the school. She picked on me for the smallest thing. Mrs. Hag was our nickname for her no doubt I would be off to the cooler in this lesson. I was always there; the joke was I lived there. I turned the corner into the dusty cold classroom there stood Mrs. Hadley.
James she boomed, flip sake I thought what have I done she dragged me into the dark small side room and told me to report to the head. As I left the famous sarcastic smile which everyone knew very well beamed across her face. I lost it and punched her square in the nose coughed up some phlegm and spat it down at the teacher who was now struggling on the floor trying to cover her face which was bloodied from my punch.
I could hear a low crying noise suddenly my hand started to tremble and all my anger vanished I grabbed my bag and ran, I ran, I ran as fast as I could I wanted to hide. As I ran I looked down at my hand my forth knuckle wouldn’t move a wet bit of blood dripped off my hand like a raindrop. I ran down to the corridor of the next block and moved slowly listening for the teachers loud footsteps banging on the shiny marble floor as they moved around the school on there free periods.
James, James my heart jumped and realizing it wasn’t a teacher my nerves returned to the shakiness of not getting caught. It was her-Scarlett my girl. I hid my bloodied hand behind my back as she half skidded down the corridor. “James what’s up what’s happening? Why aren’t you in lesson, James what are you hiding- JAMES show me“. She yanked my hand and saw the swollen knuckle, James “why do you always have to do this to me who have you hit this time”.
I started to walk off she ran and caught my arm and held it tight trying not to let go tears were gushing down her face little droplet ran down her small face falling onto my skin. I started to walk towards the school gate Scarlett stopped me and hugged me holding me tight making me feel wanted and safe so no teacher could get me I whispered in her ear “I love you I wont leave you I’ve done something wrong I need to get away I’m going home” she smiled and gave me a little peck on the cheek and said with a mischievous smile “lets go”.
This wasn’t like most days at school I had a reputation of what the teachers called a bad lad I wasn’t bad at heart it was just school, me and school never went together. I drank I smoked and did everything a young lad did.
I lived with my dad after my mum died in a car crash when I was 13. I got on with a few teachers who only wanted the best for me. People used to wind me up so I would get angry and have a go and it was always me getting in trouble but the teachers were always there to help me and sort me out and I trusted them loads.
We moved quickly passing workers with board expressionless faces we turned the corner headed down to the tube station we ran and jumped down the concrete stairs. I grabbed my wallet and quickly paid for 2 tickets I grabbed the tickets gaining a weird look from the cashier.
Scarlett grabbed my hand and we ran down the escalator I had no fear now I was away, I was away from school I smiled it was over until I had to go back. The long train pulled in we jumped on and ran to get the leather seats near the end of the train. As we pulled out of the station Scarlett was excited and started smiling she had idea’s and squeezed my hand tightly. She pulled me in and pushed me against the window and started snogging me.
The other commuters were looking at us with disgusted looks on there faces. We sat down sniggering and trying to keep straight faces. I noticed a man he kept looking at us and looking away when I looked back he had a large bag and was wearing a bomber jacked. I decided I needed to go to relieve myself I moved from handle to handle moving more like a monkey than a human being I eventually reached the cabin dragged it over and stepped inside.
Boom the lights went out and I fell forward covering myself in my own excrement-darkness-smell-groans. I kicked the door down it came down loosely creating a loud banging noise as it fell. The sweet stench of blood, gore, smoke, fire and burning flesh hit me. I recoiled back into the loo remembering that I left Scarlett. I gathered the remaining courage and pushed myself back into the smoke and fire and the blood socked bodies I moved slowly up the carriage. The one question what had happened here kept going though my head I moved up and suddenly I came to where we had been sitting it was non existent like this carriage had never existed. I came across her mangled body. I lent down and kissed her cheek I felt for a heart beat-nothing there. I felt a cold tear run down my face. Why did I have to bring her- this was my fault if I haven’t of brought her she would still be here-why wasn’t it me that was lying on the floor-dead why. My mind was telling me come on your trained in first aid help out-help out its what Scarlett would of wanted.
I moved down the carriage shouting at the top of my voice who is hurt, who is hurt. I came to a woman who was crying I grabbed my phone and shone my light-where the hell was her legs all I saw was stumps with white bone and flesh hanging down on the seat. I shone my phone on the floor and there was 2 pieces of mangled flesh the floor looked like a butchers shop I turned round and vomited violently on the floor I started to feel like headed. I heard sirens and saw what I thought were paramedics coming in there shiny high visibility vests. I rushed back to the women who was still crying and shouting for her mother, she grabbed my hand and asked me not to go suddenly a paramedic came up behind me he put a hand on my shoulder and whispered “its alright son let go, head down the track and your be looked after up there” I walked to the back of the train and picked up the body-Scarlett’s body-my girl-Scarlett I walked down the long dark never ending track the same words came though my head over and over down the track down the track and never go home again. Why was it me that was still here why? As I came up to the service ambulance and police crews swarmed all around me there were many people who looked the same as me dirty faces and ripped clothes and blood stains the noise of sirens filled the air. They took Scarlett away I saw the ambulance man shake his head and pull out a leather shiny case a body bag and put Scarlett into it this was the last time I would ever see her. I felt an enormous weight on my shoulders I started the long walk down the street back home. I was lucky to be alive but it was me alive and Scarlett dead the one girl in my life and it was my entire fault. I would have to live with this for the rest of my life it was my problem and my fault and I only had myself to blame. I decided I would have to stop being the idiot and try my hardest to get my life back on track I walked back to school to start and attempt to make amends.
By Micah Parsons
The burning smell: smoke, fire and blood was in the air. I heard low painful groans, prayers, cursing, crying coming from lower down the pitch black carriage. I cautiously moved down the carriage, fumbling with my mobile phone, using its weak light to find my way. I slipped on a slimy pool of what I thought was blood. I passed dusty blood covered figures some lying like rag dolls over the seats and floor. Suddenly I saw her she’s there , she’s there, I was her lying-motionless, her clothes all ripped, blood spurting out from a large blood covered hole it was forming a dark pool of blood at the bottom of the carriage.
It’s my fault- my fault- she’s like this because of me. Her natural beauty was visible; her long curly silky brown hair was all ruffled and all messy. I had always liked her hair I would run my hand though it when I was with her. Her short black mini-skirt was covered in dark stains and was virtually non existent revealing her soft baby like skin. Why did I persuade her? Why did I have to bring her? Why? My thoughts went back to the start of the day.
First period, business with head of department Mrs. Hadley. The worst teacher in the school. She picked on me for the smallest thing. Mrs. Hag was our nickname for her no doubt I would be off to the cooler in this lesson. I was always there; the joke was I lived there. I turned the corner into the dusty cold classroom there stood Mrs. Hadley.
James she boomed, flip sake I thought what have I done she dragged me into the dark small side room and told me to report to the head. As I left the famous sarcastic smile which everyone knew very well beamed across her face. I lost it and punched her square in the nose coughed up some phlegm and spat it down at the teacher who was now struggling on the floor trying to cover her face which was bloodied from my punch.
I could hear a low crying noise suddenly my hand started to tremble and all my anger vanished I grabbed my bag and ran, I ran, I ran as fast as I could I wanted to hide. As I ran I looked down at my hand my forth knuckle wouldn’t move a wet bit of blood dripped off my hand like a raindrop. I ran down to the corridor of the next block and moved slowly listening for the teachers loud footsteps banging on the shiny marble floor as they moved around the school on there free periods.
James, James my heart jumped and realizing it wasn’t a teacher my nerves returned to the shakiness of not getting caught. It was her-Scarlett my girl. I hid my bloodied hand behind my back as she half skidded down the corridor. “James what’s up what’s happening? Why aren’t you in lesson, James what are you hiding- JAMES show me“. She yanked my hand and saw the swollen knuckle, James “why do you always have to do this to me who have you hit this time”.
I started to walk off she ran and caught my arm and held it tight trying not to let go tears were gushing down her face little droplet ran down her small face falling onto my skin. I started to walk towards the school gate Scarlett stopped me and hugged me holding me tight making me feel wanted and safe so no teacher could get me I whispered in her ear “I love you I wont leave you I’ve done something wrong I need to get away I’m going home” she smiled and gave me a little peck on the cheek and said with a mischievous smile “lets go”.
This wasn’t like most days at school I had a reputation of what the teachers called a bad lad I wasn’t bad at heart it was just school, me and school never went together. I drank I smoked and did everything a young lad did.
I lived with my dad after my mum died in a car crash when I was 13. I got on with a few teachers who only wanted the best for me. People used to wind me up so I would get angry and have a go and it was always me getting in trouble but the teachers were always there to help me and sort me out and I trusted them loads.
We moved quickly passing workers with board expressionless faces we turned the corner headed down to the tube station we ran and jumped down the concrete stairs. I grabbed my wallet and quickly paid for 2 tickets I grabbed the tickets gaining a weird look from the cashier.
Scarlett grabbed my hand and we ran down the escalator I had no fear now I was away, I was away from school I smiled it was over until I had to go back. The long train pulled in we jumped on and ran to get the leather seats near the end of the train. As we pulled out of the station Scarlett was excited and started smiling she had idea’s and squeezed my hand tightly. She pulled me in and pushed me against the window and started snogging me.
The other commuters were looking at us with disgusted looks on there faces. We sat down sniggering and trying to keep straight faces. I noticed a man he kept looking at us and looking away when I looked back he had a large bag and was wearing a bomber jacked. I decided I needed to go to relieve myself I moved from handle to handle moving more like a monkey than a human being I eventually reached the cabin dragged it over and stepped inside.
Boom the lights went out and I fell forward covering myself in my own excrement-darkness-smell-groans. I kicked the door down it came down loosely creating a loud banging noise as it fell. The sweet stench of blood, gore, smoke, fire and burning flesh hit me. I recoiled back into the loo remembering that I left Scarlett. I gathered the remaining courage and pushed myself back into the smoke and fire and the blood socked bodies I moved slowly up the carriage. The one question what had happened here kept going though my head I moved up and suddenly I came to where we had been sitting it was non existent like this carriage had never existed. I came across her mangled body. I lent down and kissed her cheek I felt for a heart beat-nothing there. I felt a cold tear run down my face. Why did I have to bring her- this was my fault if I haven’t of brought her she would still be here-why wasn’t it me that was lying on the floor-dead why. My mind was telling me come on your trained in first aid help out-help out its what Scarlett would of wanted.
I moved down the carriage shouting at the top of my voice who is hurt, who is hurt. I came to a woman who was crying I grabbed my phone and shone my light-where the hell was her legs all I saw was stumps with white bone and flesh hanging down on the seat. I shone my phone on the floor and there was 2 pieces of mangled flesh the floor looked like a butchers shop I turned round and vomited violently on the floor I started to feel like headed. I heard sirens and saw what I thought were paramedics coming in there shiny high visibility vests. I rushed back to the women who was still crying and shouting for her mother, she grabbed my hand and asked me not to go suddenly a paramedic came up behind me he put a hand on my shoulder and whispered “its alright son let go, head down the track and your be looked after up there” I walked to the back of the train and picked up the body-Scarlett’s body-my girl-Scarlett I walked down the long dark never ending track the same words came though my head over and over down the track down the track and never go home again. Why was it me that was still here why? As I came up to the service ambulance and police crews swarmed all around me there were many people who looked the same as me dirty faces and ripped clothes and blood stains the noise of sirens filled the air. They took Scarlett away I saw the ambulance man shake his head and pull out a leather shiny case a body bag and put Scarlett into it this was the last time I would ever see her. I felt an enormous weight on my shoulders I started the long walk down the street back home. I was lucky to be alive but it was me alive and Scarlett dead the one girl in my life and it was my entire fault. I would have to live with this for the rest of my life it was my problem and my fault and I only had myself to blame. I decided I would have to stop being the idiot and try my hardest to get my life back on track I walked back to school to start and attempt to make amends.