Breaking free

A Story by Jessi Robson

"She died with a broken heart", spoke her boyfriend solemnly. Her best friend Kate wept. He looked longingly into the mahogany box where porcelain white, young girl laid. Death was thrown at her.

Introduction

"She died with a broken heart", spoke her boyfriend solemnly. Her best friend Kate wept. He looked longingly into the mahogany box where porcelain white, young girl laid. Death was thrown at her. Or was it.

Chapter one " My story

Anger filled my face as he speeded foolishly down the empty motorway. It was pitch black outside. He loaded a black handgun just as he turned off into a small narrow drive. He leapt out of the car as if he was stepping on hot coals, making no sound at all. Standing in the silhouette of the house he smiled, an evil, sick smile and ventured through the open door. When creeping up the old iron staircase he announced to his imaginary audience “I am coming to get you”.

Madeline looked at me, with great sorrow and put her handsup in defence. I pulled her to the ground punching and smothering her with her duvet, which had a faint smell of matt and some suspicious ‘marks’ on it. 5 minutes after putting the duvet over her head and pushed and pulled it round her head. She went suddenly stiff and lolled. Blood poured out her mouth creating a crimson pool surrounding her limp body. I took the gun placed it on her forehead.

It was over in seconds. The neighbours heard within seconds. The scream pierced through the morning haze and high pitched tweeting of sparrows hopping and scrounging for food in this scarce winter morning. I was gonehe neighbours had tiptoed out of the house shivering. Panting with the fear of being caught and the excitement, I made my way into my sleek sports car and drove off. Leaving no trace of what I’d done and finished.

A Loud scream woke the town. The screams of a startled neighbour with a disgusting find. It The excitement fizzed around him like a pop bottle waiting to explode, and then it dawned on him…

"She died with a broken heart", spoke her boyfriend Matt solemnly. Her best friend Kate wept. He looked longingly into the mahogany box where porcelain white, young girl. Death was thrown at her. “The service was beautiful,” said Matt to the mother of Madeline, who was killed that very night, she glanced at him blankly with a face bewitched with great sadness…

Matt stopped at the corner shop where Macro worked and lived, there he bought a very strong bottle of vodka and made his way home. That very night matt secured a strong piece of woven rope round his skinny neck and kicked away the little stool he was balanced on. Gasping for air matt dangled from the ceiling however, five minutes later matt sure enough, dead.

Sadly an hour later I mournfully stalked into the lilac living room to confess to Madeline’s murder, when I saw the limp body of matt, I collapsed onto the cold stone floor, heart racing with anxiety and fear, I unhooked the rope from his neck and dragged him into the car where I shoved him into the back seat, not knowing what to do I drove round town searching for a place to dump the dead body. With all the bad things I have done I suddenly wanted to become a priest, so I spent a week looking for a young missing child.

Eventually I found her and shoved her into the second back seat, obviously now police were searching for matt, high and low, we approached a border control polling station and had to have the car checked, minuets later I was being bundled into a high security police van “

That‘s the truth Judge. (She obviously didn’t believe me one bit.) Her Eyes flickered. She screeched “HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME “I was typically thinking (for god’s sake, I’m telling the truth!!!). She slammed hammer down onto the wooden table, some of the witnesses jumped at the noise because they were dozing off into there own world. So that was it, ONLY 5 YEARS IN PRISON, I nearly jumped with joy but the police held me down in case I ran away.

Chapter 2 " Prison Hell

Being shoved into a dusty prison cell, I gulped with fear, strong bulky men with love and hate scrawled into their bloody cracked knuckles. As I tucked down into the lumpy beds I fell instantly asleep. At midnight I was woken with a bang; strangely everyone else was fast asleep. I listened for minuet’s on end, Snores, snivelling and moaning, wait a sec I thought

(MOANING), someone, something was in the room stalking around; I opened the door, the guards were asleep, sighing with relief I gently shut the door and turned around to climb into bed. Grasping my head with fear a figure with no shadow floated to me, “Madeline” I said nervously, she glared at me with hatred, and a shiver tingled down my crooked spine. “What killed me before makes me stronger “she said angrily. Another Figure floated into view “Matt “I whispered, he pulled out a thick woven rope. I screamed.

The screams woke all of the roommates and believe me they were NOT happy, when the sun rose, the guards found me knocked out in a corner and beaten to a bloody pulp.

Screaming once again, the crazy old doctor injected me with morphine. I Blinked. I woke up to find him leaning nervously, with a sharp knife besides my broken leg. He sliced into my leg, enjoying every moment of my harmful torture. After yet again another scream, he injected me with more morphine I slipped off into an unwakeable sleep. I dreamed of tucking a miniature child into her crib and saying ‘daddy love’s you darling’ then skipping off to the bedroom to hopefully finds my darling wife.

I did not. I found a young man kissing delightfully. MY WIFE. They made their way to the edge of the bed, Matt pinning her down �" she giggled as he kissed her neck and worked his way down her thin body. They started making love, She shrieked with sweet embrace. The whole house shaked and my thoughts were cut by lustful shrieks. They made their way under the covers, until only her shimmering black hair dangled from the edge of the bed. I watched her wrap her legs around him. Cringing and loathing every second of their Delightful love.

The only problem was when I woke up from my dream it was reality. I lashed out my anger and emerged a black handgun from my pocket. I woke up. My sleep was deadly, slumped over me was the crazy doctor. Unbelievably dead .I had stabbed him in my sleep. Limping, I moved towards the guard, he foolishly hadn’t realised the poor doctor, I pumped him with the poison. Head spinning, I manoeuvred into the empty, almost scary, hallway. My gut feeling told me I wouldn’t get out in one piece. No shouted madly at the guards charging towards me, ducking their left hook, I crazily slit his throat with the sharp, silver knife.

Leaping over the cracked window ledge, I clenched my stomach with the fear of being caught. I realised I would now not lead a free life as a serial killer; I suddenly stopped thinking as soon as I heard noises from behind! The concrete floor of the balcony I was stood on shattered beneath my bare feet, before I knew it I plummeted to the ground with great thud. I heaved myself upright from the sickening pool of crimson blood. The strong stench stung the back of my horse throat. Even though I was already weak, physically and mentally, I began to get weaker

I searched for shelter till nightfall and scraped old sweet wrappers for food. Resting my head on my fragile rock, I drifted out of reality for as little as a few hours. I was woken to find a, rather fat, ginger cat licking my hair and ear, guessed it was all the T.L.C I am going to get, I took it as a compliment and not as the cat trying to rip my facial skin to shreds. Whilst petting the unusually friendly stray cat, I was mesmerised by the sun glinting over the tall mountains.

Packing very little into my Padding ton bear style, bag on a stick, I set off for a days worth of hunting for sanity and hiking over the vallys delicately placed, just high enough to make me have to climb awkwardly. The little ginger tabby cat followed me round everywhere, it seemed to make me feel a liitle bit better about my terrible cursed life so far, so obviousoly naming her was no problem at all " Hope.

I hoped that I would not come across another police officer in the rest of my days.

I hoped that I would find food to satisfy my aching hunger.

I had to remember that there is a big difference between imagination and reality.

Hiding between the long grassy mounds, I waited for my moment to pounce on my vulnerable prey. A baby rabbit. Grabbing my sharpened stick I leaped virtually onto the prey, I had earned the gift of surprise and that gave me " A satisfying meal.

As the night grew dusk and nearby towns became more aware of the escaped mental Murderer. As I walked, dragging my feet across the ground I fell with a faint thud, the ground as my cushion, mud as my blanket " I felt I did not deserve any more than this. I am charged with two murders, one I didn’t even commit and kidnapping a fragile little girl with autism, for all charged for " I was accounted as the most dangerous criminal mastermind ever created. Pulling myself out from amongst the mud and brushing myself off I trenched through the mud and the torrential rain to the nearby village seeking shelter, as I said earlier " “ more nearby towns became more aware of the escaped mental murderer.” this beautiful town was no different to before the suspected crime. I got no odd looks, no screaming and jumping off the bridge " nothing, because this was a village of outlaws. The reason you were not judged or gave funny looks was because everyone was as bad as each other; everyone has done something terribly bad and could not face another sane person ever again. Everyone was treated as a murderer here; believe me, trusting someone was no walk in the park.

As I walked into a nearby ‘pub’, I glanced around the room at all the lost souls. It was horrible. Cigars butts were scattered across the hard stone floor "Unfortunately most of the local men were not very welcoming. Bent over the dirty bar with bloodstains on was a stout, huge man. Looking at me he smiled softly in my direction; all of his gold teeth glinted in the dim light of the dusty lampshade.

Turning " walking towards me he spoke,” New?” Taking a new perspective at him, after a few seconds I stuttered. Yes.

All of the men stood around him clinked their glasses and in a low dull voice they mumbled “the new man” In complete synchronisation. They drunk slowly waiting for his departure, it didn’t happen. He just stared at me " as if he was looking at my soul like a journal, knowing all, all that’s happened, all the bad stuff. I hoped I was not the only one that thought that at that moment, as it seemed extremely awkward. Even more awkward when everyone looked at me as to say �" you fool. RUN!

He turned to go return to his job as the barman when a old skinny man lightly tapped me on the shoulder saying “I remember when I was like you " frightened scared " his low voice was enchanting "homeless, until I found this place, 98 years I have been here, it seems like home to me now. If only my sweet Beatrice came with me, all would be content.

Only until later on in the evening I got told he could read minds, “Benny" he spoke softly - my names Benny. Glancing around me once again I asked politely �" Hello Benny, how much will it be to spend a night at this inn? He replied in a low grumble. Nothing, You will stay with me.

I was delighted at the idea but self-conscious about the thought of not knowing Benny very well. I spent my remaining money on booze, chugging it down until Benny lead me to his apartment. It was wonderfully furnished, feeling like royalty I did a somersault onto the king size bed. Laughing, " benny also somersaulted on to bed bedside me, I felt like a kid again. In the morning it seemed I had spent my entire life with Benny. I went to work with him as a Bartender like him to earn my stay with him. It was thoroughly enjoyable until dusk, when a large bunch of muscular rebels walked in, looking like something from a 1960 Wild West shootout. Their Vests were stained with blood and trousers ripped at the knees. Benny and me exchanged worried glances; He pulled up his sleeves and went to go confront him. I scuttled along behind him as backup. Ready to Kick some a*s!

As it seemed, they had no chance from benny and they got flung out the door like garbage. 2 days passed and not only was benny my best friend. He was a literal Body Guard for me. I knew I would come to no harm being near him.

Many other incidents like that came up as the months passed by.