Breather (through fiction)

Let me take a break for today, though I have one or two posts in mind since last Sunday. Have a feeling that I'm going to fall sick again if I keep up this schedule which is exhausting me to the max. May post those posts later in the week though.

This composition is written when I was in secondary school so the content is quite immature and I found this and a few composition long forgotten when Cean was asking me for my private portfolio. Well, just take it as a breather. Can't shake the feeling that it is immature. Sounds cliche, rushed to me. Goes to show how much I've moved on.


CHALLENGE 17/3/2005
“ No, it cannot be!” I stared at the mess in front.
“ What are you doing? What are you talking about?” Miranda who was behind me, knocked into me, “all I see is a pitch dark room which no one would be able to see without the lights on.”
We came back from an excursion for dinner. I opened the door just a few seconds ago, maybe longer I did not know. All I saw was a trail of something thick and oozy leading to lifeless body. Surrounding it was more of the substance.
My sister switched on the light and in the course of doing, she stepped onto the pool. The dead body looked exceedingly familiar. Mum. Miranda let out a bloodcurdling scream. I recovered from my stance and called in the police.
Within a few minutes, the police came and cleared the scene. I looked on as they removed the body. I could not recognize her if not for the clothes. Mum’s face was swollen like a balloon. She was covered in cuts and bruises and finished with a large, wide slit on the throat. Half-dried blood clang to her clothes. After taking down our statements, the policemen left. The place was silent, too silent for me.
“What is next? Firstly, father mysteriously disappears. Secondly, threatening notes were sent to us. Now, mum is dead. What is next?!” I broke the silence with my despair.
“Calm down. If you carry on like this, you are not going to break out of your emotions and get on going with life. Just think of it as a challenge.” Miranda said coolly. With that she went off to bed. She was ivory white and tight -lipped. Anyone could see that she was terribly shocked and was suppressing it.
I spent the night sorting out my thoughts with occasional hot tears running down. I decided to go back to my holiday job which was an administrating job and sign on as a part timer. If it got worse, I would drop school.
The next day, Miranda told me that she would find a job to help out. I asked her to tell the teacher that I would not be going to school. She obediently washed the dishes and left for school without a word. I lingered for a while before going to the company.
At the company, stares were thrown at me and cut through my soul like a knife. Everybody was picking on me and everything I did was wrongly done. For the first few days, I had to work extremely hard to prove my use and was forced to skip school. I was given piles of work to do. I would go home exhausted and grumpy. Day by day I got used to it and it was only after one month I went back to school.
Things were looking fine except that the culprits could not be found by now and it was as if they had vanished into thin air.