He was there, stalking me and following me, I couldn't see it, but I could Sense it. Every move I made around the house was melodramatic, in the sense that it had some big impact on the atmosphere. He was in my dreams to, wherever I went in the house he would be there. RED. 'is a powerful colour' I had once been told. Especially in the Victorian times, the colour of prostitution and Sheer Virginity - it was his colour and my favourite too, which explains so much. Until this one hour of this one day when the atmosphere began to asphyxiate me, close in on my lungs. With all loss of dignity I fell into a deep, deep sleep. And voices, Voices everywhere screaming in a last breathe. It's in there. I woke to find myself in my room by the attic hatch. Atmoshpere was drenching my lungs in thick red blood and I went up there.

Robyn
Age 14

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