Trapped

This is the draft for my English creative writing…

Imprisoned in a tiny room, crowded with darkness; it had a soft cushiony outline that felt good against her skin, but it felt like a box none the less. The room itself wasn’t warm and the room wasn’t cold yet she felt cold inside, like her core had frozen, her blood didn’t feel like it was rushing through her. She didn’t feel alive.

Delicately she lay there, silence everywhere. Her tiny brain wondering what could have possibly happened. Where are my mummy and daddy? Where am i? Why am i even here? Endless amounts of questions but not a single answer.

The box was so tiny it made her feel claustrophobic, it was just big enough for her to lay there static. It was as though it had been built especially for her. Her simple head lay gently upon a pillow of rose petals, face full of curiosity, she had a very simple, young, pure and innocent face Her golden hair spread out around her like a halo.

No idea whether it was winter or summer, morning or night, life or death. No idea of anything. She felt completely clueless, idiotic. She didn’t even know how long she had been there for. So many unanswered questions.

It was damp, the box smelt of the rose petals that lay around her, the slight hint of decaying flesh that lingered in the air. There wasn’t a single thing that was good about any of this, she tried to think of her life, but she hadn’t exactly done much, i mean who has at the young age of 7!? She remembered the funfairs; with candyfloss and creepy clowns crawling around and laughter everywhere. there is no laughter here. Wherever here is.

laying there drowning in her uncertainty she felt lost. Overwhelmed with the situation she was in, however although there was no sign of rescue, and there didn’t appear to be any means of escape yet she didn’t feel fear, just emptiness and a sense of being abandoned. A tear slowly slid down her soft skin, followed by an army of more and more. Yet she continued to make no sound!

Around her she could feel pieces of paper, roses, cards, pricking her dainty fingers she came across a familiar toy, its furry exterior with button eyes and a silky bow tie it was her teddy, she took him everywhere, he made her feel safe. She held it with a tight grip as though nothing could break her hold. Not even the devil could scare her enough to make her let go.

She lay there, confused why had she been put in a box field with her belongings and card for her!? who would do this?

The air around her began getting thinner and thinner but she realised she wasn’t breathing in the air around her she wasn’t breathing at all. It dawned on her. In a matter of seconds her entire world had flipped, she wasn’t in a  box. She was in a coffin! She then realised the dream of her mothers tears the never ending fall down the well wasn’t a dream after all.

She was dead…