Bianca

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short story which was written for A Level English Literature. Covers depression, loss and crime.

Submitted: March 16, 2011

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It was just another day in dreary, misty Oak Bay, nothing ever happened here. There were no big shops, no amusement arcades; there wasn’t even a beach, just a harbour with some old boats. I didn’t go to school anymore; I hadn’t for over three years, which made the lack of facilities here even more noticeable. The town was small and everyone who lived here knew each other and had grown up together, which had made it even harder to fit in when I moved here nine years ago. I was eight at the time, you would have thought at that age children wouldn’t care who they played with, but they did. My hair was too shiny and my skin was too dark to fit in, I never had a chance.
I used to spend all my days alone at the harbour, staring into the water, watching the fish and watching the small fishing boats come and go. There was nothing else to do and these small acts seemed to hold my interest longer than anything else. Occasionally I’d be asked by a passer by, ‘Shouldn’t you be at school?’ ‘No.’ I would reply while turning my head to focus on something in the distance. It was the simplest way, just to ignore the questions. I must have been fifteen at the time. I looked young for my age, I probably still do now with my long, messy brown hair hanging over my face I could probably pass for a lost child, hanging my head in anguish in the fact I couldn’t find my mum or dad. I wasn’t lost though, I knew exactly where I was and I knew I wasn’t wanted.
Sometimes, I considered jumping in, just to see how long it would take for someone to pull me back out again, or if anyone would even bother, or if anyone would even notice at all. On the windy days the sea water would hit against the wall, fierce and strong. I always figured that those would be the best days to jump in, with more of a current to pull me under and hold me down. I like how the sea seemed blacker on those days and how the mysteries and secrets that lurked beneath it appeared that much more fascinating to me.
Today however, the sea was clear. I could see the fish. I hadn’t been here for a while but it still felt as familiar as ever with my dad’s boat at the far left of the dock, he thought I love it here. He thought I came here to think about mum, if he knew what I really thought he’d be glad that I didn’t. I wouldn’t even consider jumping if I thought about mum, my reactions would just take over and I’d be gone. I’d do anything to be with her again, apart from hurt dad. Since my mums death my dad didn’t look at me. I figured it was because I reminded him of her, and I could accept that. Three years had gone and I was still accepting it, but it didn’t make it any easier. I just tried to keep my head down as much as I could.
As the day began to end I decided to make my way back home. I walked along the harbour, in no hurry to leave and then took a left turn which led to the alleyway which lead to the main road into town. There was no-one around. The alley road was covered by darkness, surrounded by shadows. I image it to be something out of a horror film but to me it seemed oddly comforting.
And then I heard someone call my name from behind me, it startled me at first. Not because of the unfriendly tone it was shouted in or the fact it was quickly followed by foot steps, of not just one person, running towards me but purely because someone had said my name. No-one spoke directly to me. I heard mutters of hatred as they caught up. Words I’d heard before and that I was sure I’d hear again but that’s all they were words. I carried on walking. My brain had worked out how to switch off, how to become oblivious of the outside world, but they were in my face then screaming andspitting. I tried to move round them, to get past but the alley was closing in and swallowing me. I tried one more time to push past. But then I was on the floor and they were laughing and taunting, then they took my bag and then they were gone.


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