Brittany Aitken
One, two, he’s after you.
Three, four, he’s at your door.
Five, six, you better think quick.
Slowly, Lulu backed away in the darkness. She could sense the movement, the hot breath interwining among the fresh winters air. The cold didn’t so much bother her but the thought of a touch, the uncertainty of it, made her shiver so badly, so uncontrollably that she couldn’t think straight. She stood still, waiting for a scream, watching for the outline of a figure to stand before her. She knew that she had to find a hiding space, a little nook where she could hide away her frail, skinny body for protection but she was terrified of the touch of another body.
One step, she was okay. Two steps, she was getting close. Three steps, she was nearly there.
“Ahhhh!” a high pitched scream arose. Lulu’s heart stopped for an instant and she felt as if she had just hit the roof.
“Haha, got ya!” Lulu knew the voice immediately. Little brother Caine. He had such an angelic face but Lulu knew he was far from ot.
“Oi, open the door why don’t ya?”
Slowly, Lulu’s surroundings were illuminated. She realised that she hadn’t even ventured a metre from where she began. Children were littered among the room, between roots, under dirt shelves, among leaves. But like always, laying in the centre of our under-ground hideaway was Christain. Lulu always hated Christian, he was a wuss and a mumma’s boy. Not anymore. How can you be a mumma’s boy if there aren’t any mummas?
“Again, Christian?” whined Tom.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with you?” asked Charlie.
“Leave me alone, ok, I tripped on….on Lulu,” claimed Christian.
“Oi, nah your sped! I was here he whole time!” Lulu screams.
An outburst of anger and outrage fills the room. A classic moment of a child. A moment cut short. A thundering noise comes overhead. Marching. The room fell quiet.
“Bloody children, get out here! We know you’re there! We will come in if you don’t come out.”
They have come. Silently, Lulu said goodbye to the little childhood she had left.
Seven, eight, Lulu knows he’s not going to wait.
One, two, he’s after you.
Three, four, he’s at your door.
Five, six, you better think quick.
Slowly, Lulu backed away in the darkness. She could sense the movement, the hot breath interwining among the fresh winters air. The cold didn’t so much bother her but the thought of a touch, the uncertainty of it, made her shiver so badly, so uncontrollably that she couldn’t think straight. She stood still, waiting for a scream, watching for the outline of a figure to stand before her. She knew that she had to find a hiding space, a little nook where she could hide away her frail, skinny body for protection but she was terrified of the touch of another body.
One step, she was okay. Two steps, she was getting close. Three steps, she was nearly there.
“Ahhhh!” a high pitched scream arose. Lulu’s heart stopped for an instant and she felt as if she had just hit the roof.
“Haha, got ya!” Lulu knew the voice immediately. Little brother Caine. He had such an angelic face but Lulu knew he was far from ot.
“Oi, open the door why don’t ya?”
Slowly, Lulu’s surroundings were illuminated. She realised that she hadn’t even ventured a metre from where she began. Children were littered among the room, between roots, under dirt shelves, among leaves. But like always, laying in the centre of our under-ground hideaway was Christain. Lulu always hated Christian, he was a wuss and a mumma’s boy. Not anymore. How can you be a mumma’s boy if there aren’t any mummas?
“Again, Christian?” whined Tom.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with you?” asked Charlie.
“Leave me alone, ok, I tripped on….on Lulu,” claimed Christian.
“Oi, nah your sped! I was here he whole time!” Lulu screams.
An outburst of anger and outrage fills the room. A classic moment of a child. A moment cut short. A thundering noise comes overhead. Marching. The room fell quiet.
“Bloody children, get out here! We know you’re there! We will come in if you don’t come out.”
They have come. Silently, Lulu said goodbye to the little childhood she had left.
Seven, eight, Lulu knows he’s not going to wait.