The Silent Scream

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Walking along the bridge, hidden from the view of passersby's on the road, I crept on. I didn’t want my papa seeing me, he would be really angry if he knew what I was doing, he hated the poor, hated them for being beggars, hated them for living in the streets. I walked on, pushing past the rows of bodies lying asleep on the road. A putrid smell always hung around this area, the area of the poor- the beggars hut as it was known up in London.

Walking up the cobbled streets, I saw her. Wondering, watching and waiting. When I met her that day, it changed our lives. Did I believe her when she told me her secret, the secret that had been lost for years? I guess I did, why else would I be walking up to her house this freezing winter’s day. Maybe I just felt sorry for her, sorry that she had to lie to me to get help.

She carried on watching me, as a lion watches its prey, ready to pounce, but I knew she wouldn’t pounce, she needed me, and I needed her. But why? Why did I need her? Was it to fill the hole in my heart, to cover up my losses or to get the warm feeling in my body, the feeling of love, like a parent would love their child?

As I walked on I thought I had heard a gasp, small and stifled but nonetheless it a gasp. I looked around hoping to find out who it was, but whoever it was had gone away. I looked up at her, she had not moved from her position and I would have thought she had not heard it if it were not for the horrified expression on her face. She turned her head slowly towards the bushes, then back at me. Her expression remained startled.

I turned to look at the bushes, to see what held her in a trance, what held her stare, and that’s where and when I saw it. The thing, the knife glinted in the moonlight, the red blade looked as though it had caught fire, “Run!” She managed to shout, “Run!” I didn’t know what to do with things I had brought, so I dropped them, they may be important but they weren’t worth my life. I ran, ran for my life and ran for hers. I once dared to look back and saw that my pursuer was catching up and that she was catching up to him.

I ran on, I ran to blur my memories and whilst I ran I thought, wondered why this man was chasing after me, maybe I should confront him, tell him to back off, I knew I wouldn’t stand a chance against him but I wouldn’t mind if I died, at least then I would be with her, my loved one, my mother. No, I thought, I couldn't die, not now, I couldn't leave my father alone in this world.

I ran faster, through the alleyways and onto the bridge, I ran all the way to where Maid Peryn had dropped me off. She was still there, I leaped onto the cart and Maid Peryn sensing my tension sped off towards my house. When we got there I crept in through the stables into my room. I took off my coat and lay shivering in my bed.

Questions were forming in my mind, questions to which I had no answer to. I lay thinking for a very long time, I could not sleep, not after the terrors of the night. But I must have eventually fallen asleep because in the dead of the night I heard a tap, tap , tapping sound. The sound had woken me up, and it sounded as though someone was trying to break in. Abruptly the sound stopped, but the silence was worse.

I was terrified, my heart was screaming in my chest. My instincts were to get away but any sound would alert the intruder. Tap, tap, tap. The sound had started again. I stared at the window, hoping that I would wake up soon, but I knew I would not until I saw It. I stared at the window for so long but nothing happened, I dared hope that whoever it was had given up. But I was so wrong. Suddenly, a face appeared at the window. The face had on a malevolence grin; it was a face of pure evil. My mouth formed into an O as I gave a silent scream...