But in the mean time I thought I would give you all a sneak peek:
For
the first week, after that awful incident, I stayed at the cottage and cried.
Just when I thought I was all cried out and my body couldn’t take any more
fresh tears ripped through me, leaving me feeling drained; both emotionally and
physically.
The feeling of helplessness ripped
through me as I would drift in and out of consciousness. Everything swirled
around me in a blur. Only one thing I was sure of……………….the rain. It beat down
heavily, not letting up in the slightest. It seemed to echo my sorrow. However,
I knew the cause of the rain and this brought fresh waves of sadness,
humiliation and anger. How dare he be sad!
Towards the end of the week was when
the fire inside me began to grow. It was unlike anything I had ever felt
before. It started in my heart; the flames building with every pulsating beat.
Then slowly it spread, causing me both pain and anguish. I would scream in
horror as the feeling of being cooked from the inside out took hold of me.
My parents looked on helplessly,
unsure of what was happening or how to stop it. Dr Hammersmith arrived and
concern was etched on his face as he watched me squirm in unprecedented
torture.
“Help me” I begged of him one day as
he sat beside my bed “Please. Help me” The fire was burning my throat, making
it difficult for me to talk.
Often I would catch glimpses of my
body as I tried to see any of the flames, but my skin remained untainted. To an
outsider I just looked like someone with a slight fever. Oh how I wished that
was true.
“Here. Take this” Dr Hammersmith
told me one morning as he burst into the cottage carrying a bottle of orange
liquid.
Not waiting for a response he lifted
me up and placed the bottle to my lips as he urged me to drink.
The liquid was thick and slimy and
at first I was repulsed and tried to break away “You must drink” He urged as he
tilted the bottle to my lips once more. I relented and drank deeply, finishing
the whole bottle.
At first nothing happened as my
panic stricken eyes stared at Dr Hammersmith. But just as I was about to ask
him what it was he had given me and why it wasn’t working, when something
strange started to happen.
“Oh” I gasped as the feeling of ice
coursed through my veins, slowly dispersing the fire within and making it
recede back to where it had come from as it slowly shrank and retracted back to
my heart; where it faded with a fizzle and a hiss. Like the sound when someone
throws water over a fire. “Wow” I leaned my head back down on my pillow and
closed my eyes.
Everywhere and everyone went quiet
as everything seemed to wait with bated breath to see if the drink had worked
and what were the effects. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of
the rain that was lashing at the windows.
“That’s it!” My mum, Kate, seethed.
“I’ve had enough!” Anger ripped through her as she stood riveted to the floor
near the doorway. “We have to make him stop” Her eyes closed, her head tilted
up and her arms outstretched, with palms facing up, just as tiny sparks started
to leave her fingertips. My dad, John, quickly followed suit. His eyes closed
as his head tilted up. He then grabbed my mums hand as I watched in awe just as
thunder and lightning ripped through the skies, just outside the cottage,
making me jump. I had never seen them do this before and it was truly
breath-taking.
No
sooner had it started then my mums mobile phone started to ring. Silently, Dr
Hammersmith stood up and retrieved the phone from the night stand.
“Hello Kelly” I could hear the panic
in Kelly’s voice as she spoke, in what sounded like, at supersonic speed.
“Alright dear. Yes, yes. It will stop” He nodded before saying goodbye and
replacing the phone back down. “Time to stop” His voice soothed as he looked at
my parents. “The rain will cease”
I watched as my parents eyes slowly
opened and their arms fell to their sides. They gave each other a triumphant
smile just as someone knocked on the front door.
“Can I come in?” I heard Scott call
as he opened the door.
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