squillyfer
16-12-2005, 16:30
Hi this is a quick six parter about the feelings of six of walfords finest on New Years Eve.
Here are the first two parts.
11:59
Alfie
I hear the noise coming from outside the window but nothing can rouse me from my grief. It’s New Years Eve and all over the square people are celebrating but not me. I can’t. The curtains are tight shut and light struggles to enter but it doesn’t bother me. Nothing does now. The noise outside stops and I realise how quiet it is. I hate the quiet, I can’t bear it, I want to scream out but I don’t. Instead I curl up on the sofa and bury my head in the pillow, breathing in the familiar scent. It just over a week since she died but already I’m scared I’ll forget her. I know that every day part of my memory will fade and another part of her will be gone forever. But she is gone and even my memories can’t change that. I remember when I was younger and she cleans my cuts and scrapes hugging me and making it better. I wish I could make it better. I wish I could work the Alfie Moon magic and everything will be alright again but even I know I can’t bring people back from the dead. Nana’s gone and she isn’t coming back. I put my head in my hands and wonder how I will cope, then I look at the clock and wait for the New Year.
New Year, new start that’s what she used to say. The clock hand moves, its 11:59.
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Chrissie
I can’t see the window past the bars but I know that its late. I feel the cold night air tickle my face as it seeps through a crack in the solid metal door door. I pull my covers tighter around myself and try to forget where I am. I pretend its Christmas again and I’m happy and with Jake. Children run at my feet. They giggle and laugh. They’re my children, our children. Content I drift of to sleep only to wake, scared and distressed. I’m in the prison again and my naive fantasy had disappeared. Den has haunted my dreams. I hate that even now he rules my life. I gave up everything for him and he threw it back in my face but I know I can’t blame him for everything. It’s my fault he’s dead I know that, and because I know that I’ve lost everything I ever cared about: my home, my lover, my freedom...
I squeeze my eyes tight shut and pray for sleep to claim me but it isn’t that easy. I stare at the ceiling before admitting defeat.
I turn to my cell mate and ask for the time. She angrily replies, its 11:59.
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:)
Here are the first two parts.
11:59
Alfie
I hear the noise coming from outside the window but nothing can rouse me from my grief. It’s New Years Eve and all over the square people are celebrating but not me. I can’t. The curtains are tight shut and light struggles to enter but it doesn’t bother me. Nothing does now. The noise outside stops and I realise how quiet it is. I hate the quiet, I can’t bear it, I want to scream out but I don’t. Instead I curl up on the sofa and bury my head in the pillow, breathing in the familiar scent. It just over a week since she died but already I’m scared I’ll forget her. I know that every day part of my memory will fade and another part of her will be gone forever. But she is gone and even my memories can’t change that. I remember when I was younger and she cleans my cuts and scrapes hugging me and making it better. I wish I could make it better. I wish I could work the Alfie Moon magic and everything will be alright again but even I know I can’t bring people back from the dead. Nana’s gone and she isn’t coming back. I put my head in my hands and wonder how I will cope, then I look at the clock and wait for the New Year.
New Year, new start that’s what she used to say. The clock hand moves, its 11:59.
*******
Chrissie
I can’t see the window past the bars but I know that its late. I feel the cold night air tickle my face as it seeps through a crack in the solid metal door door. I pull my covers tighter around myself and try to forget where I am. I pretend its Christmas again and I’m happy and with Jake. Children run at my feet. They giggle and laugh. They’re my children, our children. Content I drift of to sleep only to wake, scared and distressed. I’m in the prison again and my naive fantasy had disappeared. Den has haunted my dreams. I hate that even now he rules my life. I gave up everything for him and he threw it back in my face but I know I can’t blame him for everything. It’s my fault he’s dead I know that, and because I know that I’ve lost everything I ever cared about: my home, my lover, my freedom...
I squeeze my eyes tight shut and pray for sleep to claim me but it isn’t that easy. I stare at the ceiling before admitting defeat.
I turn to my cell mate and ask for the time. She angrily replies, its 11:59.
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:)