ReganJuniper

Chapter 2 Despite the flurry of snow, a warm sun rises and rays filter through the trees. The branches open themselves as if welcoming the long awaited warmth. I wake and climb out of the oak, sweeping my dark locks from my eyes. Scanning the landscape for a glimpse of life I conclude I am completely alone. "So where do I go now?" I mutter under my breath. There must be something here other than trees and snow, surely there must be people here or animals or birds. I then ponder on how I actually got here in the first place; pausing in concentration as I struggle to recount my steps. I began to walk in a random direction; my feet were sore s

Chapter 1 There is a crunch as my bare flesh weighs down on the frozen landscape; I listen closely with every step. The sting of the thorns pressing into my feet only heightens my sense of purpose as I walk through the trees. They possess no leaves and are covered instead in a thick, ivory blanket. Sharing their sadness and hunger for warmth I hunt for shelter inside a hollow oak; my arms held close to my body and knees pressed against my chest. My lips are numb and cracked, fingernails tinted blue and my, once, glowing frock was laced with mud. The lids of my eyes are weighted but I fight diligently to keep them open and take in my surroun

Ophelia is sat on a park bench with Emily. Ophelia: I don't know how much longer I can do this Em. Emily: Oh Phelie, you're strong. We'll get through this together. I promise you we will do this. Ophelia: I'm so scared and I feel tired, I feel so very tired all of the time. Why won't they let me sleep? I don't know what they want. Emily: Listen to me! You need to stop thinking about them. Ophelia: How can I Emily? All night they whisper in the walls, they say they're coming to get me. How do I ignore that? Emily: You have to try - (A stranger passes by and both girls stop talking) Ophelia: (lowers her voice) I still dream about it y

Ophelia is sat in on her bed whilst her mother and sister (Jocelyn) are talking outside the door. Mother: She's shutting herself away again, she's barely talking anymore. Jocelyn: She'll be alright; she's always going through her little phases. She'll snap out of it soon. Mother: I just worry about her. What is she doing in there? You know, late at night I hear her talking to herself. Jocelyn: She's a nut nut! Mother: Don't say that, I don't know what to do for her. I'm paying for her counselling but it doesn't seem to be working, she's just becoming more depressed. Jocelyn: You need to stop worrying so much otherwise you'll drive you