The Unwanted Visitor in the Cellar
There she lies in the corner of the cellar bleeding and her blood seemed to cover the whole uneven floor. I know her from somewhere. I had the strange feeling that her name was Lucy. The sun crept into the room from the cracks in the grey bricks. She had long blonde hair that was now stained in her red blood. Her eyes they were like blue untouched sapphires. They were the piece of her that told all. The clear tears ran down her face and dripped off.
I could take no more. I darted across the room splashing through the red blood. The bottom of my pants now had looked like they had been spray painted in red. But that didn’t matter. I was more concerned with the young girl bleeding in my cellar. There she was, right beside me. She looked up at me with those blue eyes and a light smile rose out from her.
I began to wrap my arms around her and lift, when the door banged opened and my mom said, “Lucy are you all right?” I began to say, “My name’s not Lucy, it’s Katie.”
I looked down to see Lucy but she wasn’t there. I looked franticly around the room for her but she wasn’t there and my pants were no longer spray painted in her blood. Where had she gone? And why had my mom called me Lucy? It’s almost like she was never there.
