Become a Fan
When all hope was extinguished
By Patric James Lemagnen
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Poor Sam is hurt in an unthinkable way.
"Right. Have you got that Sam? If you need me I'll be in the garage working on the bookshelf," came the steady voice of the most respected and cherished autharity figure that I have known in my six long years of life.
"Yes daddy," I replied eagerly after inputing the fatigued mans request and wanting to please him. "You can trust me daddy and anyway you won't be gone long will you?" I pined nervously.
"Of coarse not son. I'll be back inside in about half an hour, but now I really must be going out before it gets dark Sam," came the reassuring reply. I nodded meekly and then watched him depart before toddling back in to the warmth of the house. As I shut the door and rammed the rusty bolt home all my emotions and fears seemed to evaporate and I began to feel inportant and more inportantly in charge.
I raced to the kitchen, where inside I spied two shining lollypops, tantalisingly bright, with a sticky, sweet smell enveloping my tiny nostrils. As I neared the table I began pondering which would provide the tastier morsal. Red and yellow; they both appeared to share the same tempting qualities. My podgy hand shot out and after a few tricky attempts at opening the wrapper, the sharp taste of strawberry ouzed down my throat.
Settling down in front of the television I devoted my next twenty minutes to The Tellitubbies and all of their hilarious antics.
About halfway through the program, instead of Lala's voice I heard a loud, clangous ringing. Realising that the sound wasn't emmiting from the television, I lept up and began my search for the noise. I quickly stumbled across the source - a telephone, and after a few perilous attempts, the phone was on my lap and I leant forward to lift the receiver.
"Umm........hello?" I said, speaking uncertainly down the connection. "I said hello,".............the line went dead.
Shaken up but not frightened I setteled myself back down on the turquose sofa.
No sooner had I done this when a smart, confidant knock echoed throughout the large house. At the third knock I had reached the front door and stuck out my fat, sticky hand, opening the wooden barrier.
What faced me was a middle aged man, roughly the same build as my father. We stared in silence for a few seconds before he spoke.
"Hello my young man. Would you mind telling me if your father is in, I'm an old friend."
"No," I replied simply. "I'm alone," I added.
"Good," said the man in a new gruff voice - a terrifying voice.
I stumbled backwards in a blind panic, but the unwanted stranger had taken the liberty to enter, slamming the door behind him.
He had a hungry look in his eyes.
I let him advance only three paces before running.
My first instinctive impulse was to reach the safety of my father, but at the moment that wasn't one of my main options.
I sped round a corridor, through the dining room and entered the kitchen. Two routes were avalible to me. Left and right, they both appeared safe bets. Choosing the left, I darted up the narrow flight of stairs, my pursuor hot on my tail.
Seeing the bathroom door open I sprinted in, locking it behind me.
Jumping in the pearly white bath, I curled up into a ball, thoughts of fear flooding my mind.
One shoulderbarge removed the door, leaving my trapped like a mole stuck on concrete.
Forcing myself, I raise my head and lock my unsteady gaze with his sneer.
With one pitious howl I released all hope that I once had and lay waiting. My last thought before the carving knives struck was wandering what the yellow lolly tasted like.
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