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Mother

Time is the only thing i don't have. My mother used to say time was mean't to be spent doing what you love, but the world has changed since then. Mother passed away 5 years ago, when i was 11, tomorrow is my 16th birthday, and it is also the day mother left this world and entered the underworld.

"Kora, if your not going to eat atleast don't play with your food!" Father sighed. He hasn't been the same since mother passed, and i dont think he will be the same ever again. I rise from the table and take my plate to the sink. The normal routine, i don't eat, father just sits at the table and dead silence fills the air. i wish it could have been different, i wish mother was with us if she was we wouldn't seem so deppressed. But sadly you can't change the past, if you could i would have done it years ago.

"I'm going out." I sling my bag over my shoulder. Father says nothing, he just sits there staring at nothing. As I walk down the cold lifeless street i think of the last thing mother had said to me. "Time is just an illusion". I never understood what mother meant by that. Time is just an illusion? If time was just an illusion wouldn't that mean it's possible to change the past.

All of a sudden i feel a hand grab a hold of mine, I was focusing so much that i almost didn't see the busy street right infront of me. I turn to see who had helped me, but they were gone, it was just me yet again, walking in the silence that was all too familiar. Who was that?

 

 ~

 

Back home father is still staring into space. I fix myself a small tea and read the paper. 

"Father?" The sound of my voice slowly breaks the silence. Fathers eyes widen at the sound. "Nevermind." Always the same, i go to speak and he is frightened by the sudden change in pattern. His eyelids slowly drop down at the thought of me not speaking. As we sit there in silence, i can't help but think, Who saved me? Did i actually know the person or did they just help me because it was the right thing to do. Still, their touch felt so familliar to me, almost as if we were once one and why had they left without even waiting for a thank-you. I shake the ridiculous thoughts from my head. No need to be so paranoid all they did was save me from a few bumps and bruises. 

Tomorrow is the day my life started 16 years ago and the day my mothers life ended 5 years ago. It's the day i loathe the most. It's the day that once was my favourite day of the year, a day i wanted to spend with friends and family and to just have fun. Now all i want to do is curl up in to a tiny ball and hide from the rest of the world, forever. My mother was my best friend, i could tell her anything, now i'm alone. Father is here but i'm alone and i will be alone until the day i die. 

 

 

Alone

 The light rays of the morning sun streak through the room. Music echoing around the house. Happy Birthday to me. I thought as i lfted my head from my pillow. As i walk towards the door i see a red liquid seeping through the crack under the door. Bllood? I turn the handle and push on the door but something is blocking the way.

"Father? Father can you help me, i'm stuck." There is no answer, why am i not surprised. I try to open the door again, pushing as hard as i can against the door. It moves. I slide it open enough for me to squeeze through. Why was that so hard? I check to see what was blocking the door, but there's nothing there. I notice a trail of bloody foot prints and streaks of blood that looks as if something had been dragged around the house. I follow the trail to fathers room. I slowly creak open the door only to see what was left of father laying in the corner of the room. I try to scream, but no noise comes out. I try to run, but my feet are glued to the ground. I shut my eyes and fall to the ground. First mother, now father, who would do such a thing? I sway as i attempt to stand. I run downstairs to the dining room, grab the phone and call the police. Father is dead, i don't want to beleive it but it's true. I'm alone, i'm all alone.  Why?

 

~

 

I sit in the police station waiting for someone to talk to me, to ask me if i'm all right, or to tell me what was going on. It has been three hours since i found fathers remains and the image is still fresh in my head. Father why did this happen? Why am i still alive? I should have been taken with you. How did i survive? All these questions float around my head. I start to feel dizzy. I shouldn't be here, father should, i should be the one who was chopped up in to tiny pieces. 

"Miss Denton?" The officer is standing over me, judging by the look on his fasce he has been trying to get my attention for a while. 

"Yes?"

"Please, follow me, i would like a word."

Without hesitation i follow him to a small room at the back of the station.

"Miss Denton, i am Officer Miles, i am going to ask you some questions if that's alright with you."

"That's fine."

"First of all, you are 16, yes?"

"Have been since 12 this morning."

"Ok." His expression is mildly shocked. He seems to be unsure of whether he should say something about it or move on. He continues in a slower tone.

"You lost your mother 5 years ago on this day, did you not?"

"I did." I try to hold back the tears forming in my eyes.

"This can't be just a coincidence can it?"

"It could be but i find that highly unlikely."

"Do you know of anyone that could be out to get your family?"

"Not that i can think of, no." My mind rushes through everyone i've ever known, but i have never met anyone or know of anyone that could be out to get my family.

"We can't be sure until we get more information, but i believe your life is in danger." I freeze at the thought of these words, Your life is in danger. 

"Until we can asure your safety we will be placing you under the protection of the state." Why is this happening to me? 

Mysterious Protector

My life is in danger. It was my birthday yesterday, i'm now 16 and living alone. All alone. How could it get any worser than this. School holidays end in two more days, two more days of being alone. I could call a friend, i haven't heard from Chloe or Amy in a while, but Officer Miles told me not to speak with anyone because i don't know who i can trust anymore. I've been packing all my belogings since 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon, and i'm still not even half way through it all. I stop at the sight of a cracked photo of Mother, Father and I, back when we were together and happy. I've lived in this house my entire life and the police expect me to just get up and leave it behind as if it were nothing. Tears fall down my face.

"I don't want to leave," I choke. "I want to stay!"

I fall to the floor, clutching the picture in my hands. Why? Silence falls through the house all that can be heard are my silent sobs. I sit on the floor for what feels like hours. The tears have stopped falling, now i just sit in silence and slowly fall asleep.

I awake to the sudden smell of smoke and burning wood. A fire? My eyes catiously open and i am greated by the sight of all my childhood memories going up in flames. I'm surrounded by the fire, my only escape is the window in my room. Without hesitation, i run in the direction of my room, but i am stopped by the flames.

"There is no escape!" i hear an eery voice call. "You will die in this house, just like your parents"

I cover my ears with my hands. "No!" I scream. "I will not die, this can't be happening. Why me, why my family, what did we do wrong?" I scream until no more words come out. The smoke is making me dizzy, i stumble and fall, but before my eyes close, i see a dark figure walk through the flames towards me. I try to move, but i'm too weak. My eyelids are too heavy to keep open. They shut and all is silent.

 

~

 

   I can hear the beeping of a heart rate monitor beside me. As i open my eyes i see doctors standing over me with worried and hopeful expressions across their faces. 

"Thank goodness she's alive!" 

"How are her stats looking?"

"Sweety, do you know who and where you are?"

I go to speak but am stopped by a knocking on the door. 

"Yes, come in." One doctor answers.

"I apologize for interupting, but i think you should give Miss Denton some time to rest, she has been through alot these past few days."

"Aren't you the one who brought this young lady to us?"

I turn my head to see the face of the one who saved me, but just like last time they are gone before i have a chance. Was it the same person as last time? 

After half an hour the doctors and nurses are back checking my heart rate and asking me questions.

"Ok sweety, can you tell me what your name is and what you think the date is?" One nurse asks. After  some seconds of pondering, i answer her question.

"I am Kora Lee Denton, today is the 1st or 2nd of November." A huge smile spreads across the nurses face.

"It's the 1st today, you've only been here for 4 hours" I nod at her then stare blankly at