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07-02-2011, 09:48 AM
Archie's Girl.
Bang. Anna hits the tarmac with her phone that is bound across the pavement. Her basketball cap with the graffiti on, the wind take it into the air. Her bleach blonde hair graces her shoulders once more. Her arms fell silence to her body as her feet buckle beneath her. Archie ran toward to her but blood had leaked over her brand new top that she had just nicking from Prime mark day before. He quickly grabbed the necklace which he gave to her for birthday a year ago. The sirens could be heard in distance like a screeching alarm. Archie screamed in air just as he is make a run for it.
Archie curled up on their bed and crying like a little boy that had lost his mom. Its now ten at night, the moon is beaming through the make shift curtains. Archie wondered where is Anna? Suddenly he see the necklace and realized about the t-shirt. The memory of it all comes flooding back. While he began to root a round in the seventies kitchen with its black; blue and green bold flowers pattern, he come across a can of beer which is half empty and warm. Next to it is a box of stale donuts.
On cupboard is note with Anna's handwriting it saying forget to take your pills which are in the bread bin. Please x. He bite into one and blob of jam landed on the rug. Tears unravel down his cheeks again. In fit of grief the donut make a impact on the grime window. On the stereo is Boulevard Of Broken Dreams as Archie strip off his urban jeans; boxer and put on Anna's pink satin underwear. He marches over to the cupboard where the paint is kept and take out the black paint and a brush. Surrenders his anger on the wall with stroke here and there. He suddenly stop and slip under the sheets. As dawn crept in and weaves itself the into the London skyline. Archie claws on his urban jeans and get semi-clean shirt. As he makes his way out of the block. He remember that this is her favourite time of day. From behind him there is tap on his shoulder with very whine voice that following it.
"Mr Archie Andrews?". With medium brown hair; lizard green eyes; and horrible brown nylon suit which is needed of a good iron. The tie that the man is wearing is orange and yellow pattern.
Archie spoke with hint rage which needs no invitation to be free.
"Yeah, who want to know?"
"Well sir, I am Detective Inspection John Davies. I would like speak to you about the murder of Miss Anna Abra. The events of the day the fourteen of February 2011". The officer's words were in a direct manner but has got a nervous undercurrent in his voice.
Archie is lead to a Ford Cortina in red even with leopard skin seats. Archie is think now tacted can you get. Archie giggle in back of the car, when he make a pet name of D.I.Davis.
Another police officer is driving his about same age bracket as Archie. Only thing that is odd is he had side burns. After short car ride, they arrived that the station. Archie step into the station and has good look around. Archie thought might in some sort time wrap back to seventies. It is all men's, they all wearing nylon suits or leather jackets. The D.I vomit ask Archie to a interview room to make a informal statement. Archie palms starting to sweat and twitching. He decide to sit on his hands.
"Mr. Andrew are we OK to began" D.I Davis is more friendly and soft spoke.
"Yeah, if we better" Archie starting to feel anxious and irritation as it building up in his throat.
The interview seem to coming to a conclusion, Archie pray that hole would just open and swallow him whole.
"Archie, this is last question. Do you know of anyone that would wants to harm
Anna or you?". His voice is crystal clear but with something not quite right.
Archie shook his head to indicating no. Archie is curious to know if D.I vomit ever had speech problem as child. Archie is pale like ghost as he leaves the station. As he stroll into South Bank.
Not a cloud in sky; clear blue with it being middle of summer. Performers and tourists casual going about doing what do best. He came to place where met Anna all them years ago, as a young girl skip school to hang with skateboard crew. He fell for her as soon as he saw her with those deep whirlpool eyes. He brought some spray paint of some crew that is there. He felt like he is being watch, he can feel the pressure of their bold eyes peer into his soul. He wanted to working on patch that he and Anna starting just before incident. His mind starts races with thoughts of violences and revenge but who or maybe they all did it. With the art finish in Anna's favourite colours with gothic writing and imagery as well. Archie hand over the sprays back to the crew that he got them from but just about to shake Garry hand. He pullout a blade with pattern edge and plunge to Garry who secretive loves Anna to. So Archie believes.
"Garry, You will never have Anna. Not even in heaven". As Garry trying crawl away and Archie turns him over. He whisper in his ear just before he strike blade across his neck.
With flash of despair he take one of the skateboard and fled the scene. Back that his squat feeling empty but relinquish he feels of revenge. He polish off the half can of warm beer.
"Andy, you in? it me Mike". A voice boom throught the letterbox.
Archie approach the spy hole with caution, but in is Mike. Archie let him in.
"Hey where is my other of half the money? you promise if shot that b***h" As is Mikes rough cockney accent filter into room. He handed Archie a small bag.
Archie open the bag. He is now hold gun that was use to kill her. He point it that Mike. Mike raise his hands and left. Archie fell to floor with crash. Realized that he alone is responsible for her death. The waterfall starting without any delay from his chin to the carpet. In that split second,Archie decided that he can no longer live without her.
Bang. Anna hits the tarmac with her phone that is bound across the pavement. Her basketball cap with the graffiti on, the wind take it into the air. Her bleach blonde hair graces her shoulders once more. Her arms fell silence to her body as her feet buckle beneath her. Archie ran toward to her but blood had leaked over her brand new top that she had just nicking from Prime mark day before. He quickly grabbed the necklace which he gave to her for birthday a year ago. The sirens could be heard in distance like a screeching alarm. Archie screamed in air just as he is make a run for it.
Archie curled up on their bed and crying like a little boy that had lost his mom. Its now ten at night, the moon is beaming through the make shift curtains. Archie wondered where is Anna? Suddenly he see the necklace and realized about the t-shirt. The memory of it all comes flooding back. While he began to root a round in the seventies kitchen with its black; blue and green bold flowers pattern, he come across a can of beer which is half empty and warm. Next to it is a box of stale donuts.
On cupboard is note with Anna's handwriting it saying forget to take your pills which are in the bread bin. Please x. He bite into one and blob of jam landed on the rug. Tears unravel down his cheeks again. In fit of grief the donut make a impact on the grime window. On the stereo is Boulevard Of Broken Dreams as Archie strip off his urban jeans; boxer and put on Anna's pink satin underwear. He marches over to the cupboard where the paint is kept and take out the black paint and a brush. Surrenders his anger on the wall with stroke here and there. He suddenly stop and slip under the sheets. As dawn crept in and weaves itself the into the London skyline. Archie claws on his urban jeans and get semi-clean shirt. As he makes his way out of the block. He remember that this is her favourite time of day. From behind him there is tap on his shoulder with very whine voice that following it.
"Mr Archie Andrews?". With medium brown hair; lizard green eyes; and horrible brown nylon suit which is needed of a good iron. The tie that the man is wearing is orange and yellow pattern.
Archie spoke with hint rage which needs no invitation to be free.
"Yeah, who want to know?"
"Well sir, I am Detective Inspection John Davies. I would like speak to you about the murder of Miss Anna Abra. The events of the day the fourteen of February 2011". The officer's words were in a direct manner but has got a nervous undercurrent in his voice.
Archie is lead to a Ford Cortina in red even with leopard skin seats. Archie is think now tacted can you get. Archie giggle in back of the car, when he make a pet name of D.I.Davis.
Another police officer is driving his about same age bracket as Archie. Only thing that is odd is he had side burns. After short car ride, they arrived that the station. Archie step into the station and has good look around. Archie thought might in some sort time wrap back to seventies. It is all men's, they all wearing nylon suits or leather jackets. The D.I vomit ask Archie to a interview room to make a informal statement. Archie palms starting to sweat and twitching. He decide to sit on his hands.
"Mr. Andrew are we OK to began" D.I Davis is more friendly and soft spoke.
"Yeah, if we better" Archie starting to feel anxious and irritation as it building up in his throat.
The interview seem to coming to a conclusion, Archie pray that hole would just open and swallow him whole.
"Archie, this is last question. Do you know of anyone that would wants to harm
Anna or you?". His voice is crystal clear but with something not quite right.
Archie shook his head to indicating no. Archie is curious to know if D.I vomit ever had speech problem as child. Archie is pale like ghost as he leaves the station. As he stroll into South Bank.
Not a cloud in sky; clear blue with it being middle of summer. Performers and tourists casual going about doing what do best. He came to place where met Anna all them years ago, as a young girl skip school to hang with skateboard crew. He fell for her as soon as he saw her with those deep whirlpool eyes. He brought some spray paint of some crew that is there. He felt like he is being watch, he can feel the pressure of their bold eyes peer into his soul. He wanted to working on patch that he and Anna starting just before incident. His mind starts races with thoughts of violences and revenge but who or maybe they all did it. With the art finish in Anna's favourite colours with gothic writing and imagery as well. Archie hand over the sprays back to the crew that he got them from but just about to shake Garry hand. He pullout a blade with pattern edge and plunge to Garry who secretive loves Anna to. So Archie believes.
"Garry, You will never have Anna. Not even in heaven". As Garry trying crawl away and Archie turns him over. He whisper in his ear just before he strike blade across his neck.
With flash of despair he take one of the skateboard and fled the scene. Back that his squat feeling empty but relinquish he feels of revenge. He polish off the half can of warm beer.
"Andy, you in? it me Mike". A voice boom throught the letterbox.
Archie approach the spy hole with caution, but in is Mike. Archie let him in.
"Hey where is my other of half the money? you promise if shot that b***h" As is Mikes rough cockney accent filter into room. He handed Archie a small bag.
Archie open the bag. He is now hold gun that was use to kill her. He point it that Mike. Mike raise his hands and left. Archie fell to floor with crash. Realized that he alone is responsible for her death. The waterfall starting without any delay from his chin to the carpet. In that split second,Archie decided that he can no longer live without her.