The nights were longer and darker up here, the wilderness more free and overgrown. But none of this mattered to the young girl. She actually preferred it this was because everything gave her more cover. Both she and her 'special friend' had been moved, this new institution more secluded and private. The land sloped downwards from the main house, the only source of light on the property. The girl watched her carers, moving slowly towards the small hole in one of the many doors in which she used to get out every night. No one had noticed, none of them moving as she suddenly rushed out of the door and into the frosty night. But her carers was used to this and they gave her a head start. This was a nightly ritual, something they all thought she would be over by now, but she was determined never to give up until she had him.
The soles of her bare feet padded along the cold, narrow footpath. The long and overgrown toenails clicking slightly with each step. She moved as silently as she could, stopping every now and then to look back at the main house, peering through the windows to see her carers still sitting and watching the big black box that made noise. Her small, yet oddly muscular body stayed close to the ground, her stomach almost touching the footpath. Crouching in the shadows of the line of trees, she tried to control the beating of her pumping heart. The warm breath distorted her view as she again set off, coming up to an abandoned building.
There were many of these buildings on the property but most were so ancient and decrepit that they began to crumble and break as soon as you stepped foot in it. Most of the buildings were like that, but one. And that was the girl's destination. That is where she went every night, where she was found every night.
Holes and ditches which could be seen clearly by day became deathtraps by night. So she ran hastily, with a sense of caution but never really knowing if she was going to suddenly fall. The black shadow loomed up to the front of the minuscule building which looked more like a chicken pen than anything else. The young girl's body shivered with the cold air and excitement of what was to come. Here eyes gleaming like two floating orbs in the darkness. Yet again she had made it, to the building, or more importantly, what was inside.
Looking consciously over her shoulder, the girl made sure her carers were nowhere in sight before turning around towards her target.. Her heart was racing, fluttering around in her chest like a trapped butterfly. Moving with great speed she rushed towards the vulnerable side of the building where he was waiting for her, watching out of the corner of his eye. Both parties froze as if time had stopped and simply stared at each other. They knew this 'game' well, the girl tired to play it every day, every time she got loose.
The strange building was like a holding cell on show, with three of the four walls made of old, rotting timber that looked as id a slight wind would knock the planks from their resting place. The last, forth wall was open to the public. Made of some sort of wire which seemed tough to manoeuvre was soft and bendy; good thing for her, bad for him. The boy never tried to escape though. It was his home and he liked not having to be near the crazed girl every hour of the day. He knew she couldn't get to him and he always taunted her with the fact. Moving slowly around his little house he watched smugly as the girls tried to think of a way in. She was failing dismally.
But she couldn't accept that, wouldn't accept that. She wanted to get in there, needed t get in there with him. her emotions ran rampant as she began working herself up into a frenzy; becoming more and more agitated that no matter what she tried, the wire did not give. There was nothing around to help so bare hands and teeth were used with vigour.
A low rumbling sound emanated from deep within her throat as she puffed and panted. All he did was sit there smugly, enjoying the show. The girl's dilated eyes concentrated themselves solely on his tiny form crouched in the corner. Nothing else mattered now but getting into his cage. Everything else was drowned out. No longer could she feel the cold gusts of winter air blowing against her white, speckled coat. No longer could she hear anything; like a door at the main building sliding open, voices shouting to one another and the trudging footsteps on the decking. All of her energy and attention was directed to the one boy right in front of her and the challenge of getting to him, getting at him and finishing it once and for all.
A light, bright and illuminating shone from a distance. It spotted her with one flick of a button. Not like it was hard to guess where she was. The girl had become hysterical and she didn't even realise. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as she stretched and clawed her way at the wire. A small hole was beginning to form, a small bud. This made her even more frantic than before, revving her up as the light came closer to her. She could feel the light burning her skin as it got stronger, her carers closing in. She didn't know which one it would be, but she was in trouble no matter what. Promising not to get at him ever again had been a bad idea. The voice yelling at her sounded fuzzy and distant, as did the rushed footsteps, but even she knew at a time like this, it would only be a matter of seconds before the cold, harsh hands would grip around her shivering torso and drag her back inside.
The girl was screaming and squealing like a piglet as the tiny hole got bigger and bigger in front of her glowing eyes.
She tried to squish her face through the ever growing holes, trying to push herself through. The boy began to pay more attention now. He saw the carer coming, but he also saw that the young girl was dangerously close to breaking through. His heart began to pick up the pace, making him slightly nervous.
Finally, after many tries, her head fit through the hole she had made, the rest of her was scrambling to push through. But it was too late. She was suddenly pulled back, her head moving out of the hole and her whole body being lifted off the ground, pushing and kicking and howling. She'd been caught.
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"Millie, what do you think you're doing?!" Carol said to the dog as she picked her squirming body off the ground.
"Leave the damn rabbit alone already" she continued as Millie tried to get free of her owner's firm grip.
"Don't even think about it Mill" Carol warned as they began to move back towards the house, Millie watching the cage and more importantly the rabbit over Carol's shoulder.
"You're a nut Mill" she mumbled to the dog as she walked through the door, sliding it closed behind the both of them.
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The young girl stood at the door, peaking out behind the curtains, staring out into the darkness.
'You're mine'
This was something silly I wrote for an English sac in year 12.
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