The Escape – Creative Writing

I couldnt breathe. I could feel a huge weight on top of me but when I looked thither was nonhing there. It was sign upting heavier and heavier. I tried to thigh-slapper but forevery time that I tried I entangle a shooting pain in my bosom. All that I could do was wait and pray. I opinion that it was marvelous that I would be make up and I kept departure over what had overhauled and couldnt find out how a animateness so perfect could go so wrong as easily as it had. It wasnt right. I looked flock and released a ear splitting screamThe precedent month I had just been a median(prenominal) teenager, red ink to takeing and going shopping at the calendar weekend. Then it all changed. I came home from civilize to find that a large wagon was parked in front of our fellowship and a patch was simple machinerying out our belongings. I saw my TV, stereo and Game cube being carried out of the front doorway by two large men. At first I thought that we were being robbed but then I saw my mum and public address system appear at the front door. My mum was in floods of rupture and my dad was stood with an other man and signing papers. It neer occurred to me what was happening.I ran across the garden and threw my arms more or less my mum. Although I didnt know what was going on I started to cry. I thought that I should try to be brave as my mum was so disruption but it was the only time that I had ever seen her cry. I knew that some(a)thing must be seriously wrong. I released her gently from my arms and gently asked her what was happening and who the men were. She utter that my dad would explain everything when he had signed the papers. It was to the highest degree five minutes, but seemed standardised a deportmenttime, before my dad could come and explain what we were going to do next.As my dad started to communication I became speechless. How could this happen? We hadnt done allthing wrong yet we were the ones that were being punished. I cou ldnt take in what was being explained to me. It was so unfair that because my dad had done the right thing we were going to leave to scratch out of our house and leave our life that my p atomic number 18nts had built up for me. What had happened was that my dad had been involved in a robbery at work, the men had been captured but my dad had been asked to give evidence in court in order to get them mold in prison.My dad had done this willingly but the thing that he had not acquire was that the men who he had helped to send to prison were part of a large gang who were very violent. The other gang members were now out for r reddenge, with my dad. He had been receiving silent phone calls evil text messages and he had even been sent death threats through the post. But what had happened the previous day was too much for anyone to do with. soul had burst into his clear upice to try to attack him. It could have all gone horribly wrong for my dad if it hadnt been for a meeting being c alled at the last minute and him leaving his office to join it.I felt awful, it had been the previous day that I had been moaning because I wasnt allowed to go out with my friends. I could now understand that they had done it for my safety and the same men that had wanted to kill my dad could have killed me. I hadnt thought at any point in my life that I would have to be careful where I go and who I go with for the risk of my life. It all seemed so unreal. I had watched TV programmes and horror films more or less things deal this happening but I never thought about what it must be like for people to be put in this situation.I felt disappointed in myself because I remembered when I was at a sleepover and I had joked that this sort of thing would never happen and that if it did the person who was on the hold on must have done something wrong. Even when I had this explained to me I didnt expect to hear what they told me next. We were being put in the Witness Protection Programme. I didnt widey understand what this meant. I thought that all it meant was that we had to move away from our home in order to get away from the people that were chasing us.As my parents continued to talk I realised that it meant that we were going to get a new identity and that we were not allowed to tell anyone what we were going to do. That was the hardest thing that I had to cope with. I said bye to my friends when I left school that day but it never entered my head that it was the last thing that I would be judgeing to them. I had eer been popular at school and I couldnt understand why something like this would happen to me. Why couldnt it happen to Laura and her family? No one liked her and she didnt have any friends so there wouldnt be anyone who would miss her.I knew that it was a horrible thing to think but I couldnt help myself. What would my friends think if I didnt say anything before I left? I pleaded with my mum to let me phone them, I even said that one would be enough and that they could pass on the message to the others. This wasnt going to happen no payoff how much I pleaded. They explained that it was for my safety. If I had told my best friend and she said something to my other friends, someone could overhear what she was locution and this problem could start over again. I did understand what they were saying but it seemed so undeserved.After we had the intercourse I decided that I would have one last look inside the house. I was unfeignedly surprised. The house still had the wallpaper and the carpets but the rest of the house was so bare. I climbed the stairs to where my chamber was. It was weird knowing that it was the last time that I would be in my room again. It still looked like my room with the carpets and the poster but everything else was bare. I felt a tear fall down my face. I was trying to be strong but there was nada that I could do, I just couldnt determine the tears from continually falling.I easily walked down the st airs and quietly sat in the car. The large wagon started to drive off down the street and I knew then that it was the end of what I knew as my life. As my parents got into the car a lawwoman came to sit in the back. It all felt so hostile and I couldnt take the chance of looking behind me because I didnt know how I would react. When we turned the shoetree onto the main road my phone started to bleep to tell me that I had a message so I reached into my bag to get it out. It was no sooner that I had the mobile in my hand that the policewoman snatched it off me.She was sympathetic with me but she said that it would be best if I didnt read what it said because it may upset me to know that I was unable to respond to whatever was said. As we pulled onto the motorway it struck me that I did not know where we were going. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that we could have been going abroad and I wouldnt have known. I asked my dad but he said that he would tell me when we had arriv ed. It seemed to me as if I was being kept in the dark about everything that was going on. Did my parents not realise how much this was touch me?My whole world was being turned upside down and they wouldnt tell me anything about what was happening. It wasnt as though I wouldnt understand I was a teenager so why wouldnt they trust me. I didnt have any way that I could contact anyone so I couldnt put us in any danger from these people who were chasing us. We slowed down and I scored a sign that was in welsh and as soon as I saw it I knew where my parents were taking me. We had been on holiday here the previous year and my parents had expressed how much they loved it her. I was really angry now. They were messing up my whole life and they were making me stay in this place.They knew how much I hated it because of how much there was to do. There were handle all around, no shops and no one who was near my age. I couldnt see how I was going to cope in a place like this. My life would re volve around school because there was nothing else to do. If we had to move why couldnt we move to a large town like London or Birmingham? This was going to be my worst nightmare, nothing to do but walk up hills and go to school. I had never realised how great my life was before. It makes me understand how true the saying you never appreciate what you have until its gone is.The fall of times my parents had said this I hadnt really understood it, I just assumed that if you lost something you would be able to get used to your life without it. I would never get used to this. We drove into the colony and there was nobody about even though it was a Friday night. There were always people about when you wanted to go out. I hadnt even seen one person here. We pulled up in front of this niggling cottage. They couldnt seriously think that this was big enough for three people but when I looked round it seemed to be one of the biggest cottages in the area.I hesitantly walked through the fron t door to find that it seemed bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. I knew that there was nothing that I could do now to change their mind so I returned outside and took one of the suitcases out of the boot of the car. As I turned around I noticed that there was a boy and a girl walking towards me. They seemed friendly and they looked about my age. I said hello and introduced myself. It seemed weird when I had to introduce myself by a different name. They didnt seem to notice the uneasy tone in my voice because they both introduced themselves to me.They said that they both lived down the road and that they went to the school that I would be going to. I told them that I had to take my things inside but I would hopefully see them later. They said bye and walked off. Things looked much better than I had originally thought that it could be. I slowly got used to living in a quiet village and by the end of the second week I had separate of new friends and I had told then why I had moved here-The made up version obviously. Everyone seemed nice but because it was so secluded there was only six people in my class.It was strange to begin with and I would go home upset because of how few people there are but after I thought about it I realised that it was much better for my education. It was as though I was having one to one tuition, which meant that I was learning much more than I did at my previous school. I still missed all my friends and in a strange way some of the teachers. After we had been at our new home for a month things started to go wrong for us. Someone had found out my mums new mobile number and she was getting prank phone calls and silent phone calls.We notified the police but they assumed that it was my fault and that I had been in contact with someone from my old school. Nobody believed me when I said that I hadnt done anything that I wasnt supposed to do and I was kept off school to be questioned and to learn a lesson. I hadnt realised that it was so serious if I had spoke to someone from my old school. I hadnt and that was what upset me, no one believed me. I stormed out of the house my eyes full of tears and a lump in my throat My scream rang through the dark lane and my chest hurt even more.I couldnt believe what I was seeing. My white T-shirt had turned red with the affinity that was pouring out of my chest. I tried to think what had happened to me. I didnt know how long I had been here for. I didnt know how much longer I would be here. I heard a car engine in the distance. I tried to move but I found that no subject area how hard I tried my legs would not move. I couldnt believe that I was going to be deliver but my luck changed. The car turned down a slight lane. If only I had waited with my parents I wouldnt have been in this situation.Why didnt I wait at home and try to explain gain ground? I didnt know what to do. I had no way of phoning home and I didnt know where I was. In the very far distance I saw a small yellow dot that was fitting larger with every second. I realised that it was someone on a bike. I wanted to scream for help but each time I tried there was only a small noise that escaped. I could only wait and hope that the bike wouldnt turn. It was coming straight towards me. My eyes closed and everything went dark. As I opened my eyes I could hear much of noise and see lots of people hurrying around me.I was in a total daze. I could hear lots of people saying my name and asking if I could hear them. I could, I just couldnt respond. It was as though I was watching these people with someone else and there was nothing that I could do. I felt someone grab hold of my hand so I squeezed the hand as much as I could. When I had done this I heard the reassuring voice of my mum. It was saying Everything will be okay. I wont let anything happen to you ever again. There is no-one that can harm you now. I believed every word that she was saying to me. I knew that I would be o kay from now on.