Angel grips her mothers hand, as hard as her small, frozen fingers will allow her. Mum's hands feel all hot and sweaty. Angel looks up at her, noticing for the 1st time the dark,big circles around her eyes.

I'm going to stay my mummy forever, then she wont be able to leave me. Wherever i go, she's going to come with me, so that nothing can ever happen to her. Nothing will take her away from me. But, if it does, i will go with her... I promise
The harsh January wind bites, bitter and cold, drifting over the graveyard. Clinging on to Angels lips and eyelashes. When she blinks pale drops of snow splash on her cheeks, her neat, shiny blonde plaits which flick forwards over he shoulders, down on to her smart, black coat. The coffin bumps against the sides of the hole, settling on to the earth at the bottom, with a thud. Sleet manages to find the wooden surface and covers it in a silver like wetness.

That's daddy in that box. His eyes closed. His face white. I wonder what he's wearing, what they've put him in.
Angel bends forward so she can see past her mum to her brother, Joey. He's 11, 4 years older than her, and she loves him very much. He stands still by mum's side, his head slightly bent, his hands tucked into his coat pockets.

When they had found out about dad, Joey had hugged Angel and said with no emotion "Hey, sis" and just stared into her silent, pale face. Then quick as a flash, he ran upstairs into his room and slammed the door. Angel followed him and stopped outside. She knocked, no answer. She didn't dare to go in but instead ran to her own room, stood at the window looking out at the garden. Mummy and daddy's garden, the one they had both put all the care and love into, was now bleak and winter wet. Mum came home from the office, rushed up to see Joey. Their voices mumbled on for ages behind that door.

Now a strange sound breaks from her mothers mouth, a kind of cry, but all choked and muffled like it had escaped without permission. She clears her throat.

"Kris, my darling" She says.
Angel blinks and looks around the graveyard. For a wild moment she thinks she can see the dead rising from their graves. Their faces white, their clothes raged, their hair flutters in the freezing, wind. Two of them, a man and a woman, holding hands,dressed all in black. Then as quickly as they appeared they dissolve once again into the ground.

Frightened, Angel grabs into mum's hand tighter. She tugs at it, making her look down at her. Her eyes, red around the edges, grey with tierdness, stare at her but don't seem to be able to see her. Sunk in misery, then look back into her own head.
Angel opens her mouth to speak. She wants to say "dont cry mummy" She tries to say "I promise i'll remember what i saw. One day soon i'm going to wake up and be able to speak again. My voice will sound exactly the same as before and i'll tell you what happened because every minute, every second will come back to me" The word replay themself in her head. They start to climb into her throat but then something swallows them before they reach their mouth. Mum tries to smile at her and Angel tries to speak.

Both of them fail.....

wow! this is really different but really good! more plz

Thankz it's taken from my own personal experience except i've changed my mum and dad's name

its different but a good different. please continue

This is bloody fantastic.

Continue or I'll get the authorities on you.

kK LOL im writting it now

this is really good

V.good plz carry on

No offense but you take ages to write lol.

"That poor little mite"

Angel hears the whisperings about her begin as the btis of earth start to crunch on the coffin. The wind starts to blow even more fiercly and even more bitter, the mourners huddle into groups against the wind.
"She's only 7 years old you know.... Terrible thing to witness... she ran for help. Got off her pony and ran across that large field. Flung herself at the door of the closest house, fainted as soon as she got there"
"How terrible..."
"Then when she came round, she couldn't speak a word. Just shook her head and pointed towards the fields, crying as if he little heart would break but she wasn't making a sound. Her dog, Charlie, was beside her, barking as if he was about to burst. They followed him and found Kris just lying there on the path..... They couldn't do nothing to help him..... to late"
"And Angel still cant'"
"No, not a word. Hasn't said a word since that horriible day"
Restlessly, the mourners began to drift away from the grave, down the path towards the cars, waiting to take them to Angel's familiy's house. Angel feels hands gently stroking her shoulders. Aunt Zoe bends down to kiss her. She's a bit older than daddy and mummy, never looked it before but now she does " Come on my baby girl, lets got get into the warm" Angel lets go of mum. She buries her face into the softness of Aunt Zoe's coat. It smells of beautiful roses- daddy's favourite flower.

Back at the house, the hall fills with damp coats at the spikes of dripping umbrellas. Charlie runs up and down, yapping excitidly at all the strangers who cover the living room. Bottles clang, glasses fill, sherry scents the air. Someone rings a spoon against a glass. The voices silence. "I want to thank everyone for making time to come to Kris's funeral and for being here with us this afternoon" Jessica's voice starts to falter " Kris and I met in Uni and fell in love. He was my husband and dearly beloved partner for 15 years.... For me,he will never die. And I know that for so many of you here, his dear friends and neighbours, whose lives he helped to change through that damn radio station of his. And also, those of you who he helped to create his beautiful gardens for and by caring for them with all your hearts, you willl help keep his memory alive" Her voice almost breaks "I dont know what i'm going to do without him"
Murmers of sympathy flutter throughout the room "But" Jess continues taking a deep breath "Angel and Joey are by my side, and my dear friends, Zoe and Zack, will stay with us until we are strong again" She smiles at them through tearful eyes. "And of course my job as you local newspaper editor will continue. In fact-" She pauses to swallow " my partners and I will work even harder to ensure our towns say gets put across becasue thats what Kris would have wanted"
Appreciative chatting
"And now" Jess says, relief in her voice that she has managed the wordsshe had so carefully rehersed, "please can you all raise your glasses to the memory of Kris. May he forever rest in peace"
"To kris" They cry lifts to the ceiling. Charlie barks. Mouths drink. Nausea starts to rise from the pit of Angels stomach and threatens to engulf her.
It was all my fault, it must have been. Dad fell of Krisy and i mut be to blame. Maybe i saw something that frightened me and daddy tried to protect me from it. Maybe i shouted and scared Krissy. Maybe Katie started to bolt after a squirel and krissy threw dad off by mistake. Why can't i remember?
Last night i had that dream again. Im out on the field and the sky is all black. A large bolt of lighning shivers silently across it. I can hear the thunder of horse's hooves on the groud but i can't see them. Im scared. I knwo something terribel is about to happen adn i want top scream for helpp. But when i open my mouth no sound comes out. I wake and sit in bed. I open my mouth like in the dream but again nothing comes out

Mum slides her arm around her "Are you ok baby?" Angel nods
Mum bends to whisper into her ear "they'll be gone soon. These kind people who have come to pay their respects. They will all go home. Then you,me, Joey and Aunt Zoe and Uncle Zak can all sit around the fire, just 5 of us.
Angel can smeel the alcohol on mum's breath The five of us, doesnt mean dad anymore. It can never mean that ever again.
Suddnlt the room begins to get noisy. Charlie has found a small fur hat in the coat pile. Angel is sure it belongs to Danielle, the local shop owner. She has been a saint since dad's death. The hat looks all damp but still charlie plays with it joyfully tugging the bits of loose string through the clusters of legs. I cant even tell him hes a bad dog She looks at the faces staring down at her, their pity showing all over their faces, their wagging chins. She can't bear them a second longer. So she ducks under mum's arms, pushes against them, crashes up the stairs into the silence of her room. A second later charlie comes bounding after her. She flings herself on her bed, face down. She remembers how she used ot fling herslef across Katieto ride her, pulling at her solid, welcoming warmth, feeling the softness of the beautiful mane.
Katie
She will never ride her again. Not now. Not ever again. Charlie jumps onto Angel's bed. Nuzzling at her ear. Whne there is no response, he lets out a large dragging sigh. He then settles himself across Angel's back to protect her though the night ahead.

wow. kress_fan. its brilliant. please keep it cumin
i added part two of mine - the return of the unsuspecting character

"I am ever so sorry i couldn't come yesyerday" Sally says She kneels on the floor, besides the fire where Angel is crouching, and takes her hands. The wonderful scent of horses drifts from Sally's clothes. "Fiona has been off her food all week. The vet couldn't make it. I had to deal with it myself." Angle wants say "Is Fiona going ot be ok?" but the words can't seem to find a way out. "She'll be fine" Sally strokes the flop of Angel's hair away from her eyes. "I thought about you all day. Everybody did... you know that dont you?" Angel nods. "Look" Sally swallows. She turns to face the fire "Ive come with the van and i'll take Krissy away. Of course i will. And your mum's wonderful Marathon" The her voice hardens : I knwo it what your mum wants" Angel nods. "They can join the others in my fields. They will have a wonderful life. I'll look after them to the best of my ability for as lon as you want.." Angel just stares at sally "For as long as your mum wants..." Angel thinks oh man i know whats comming now :But you beloved Katie. Are you sure you want me to take her away as well?" Angel freezes. Her head could no longer nod. "I mean you two have grown up together" Sally smiles, except her eys dont match her mouth "Remember when i taught you how to ride her?" Angels hands still locked into Sally's feel cold and hard. "You were only 3" She stares at me even harder now"remember?"
How could i ever forget
"The moment i saw you ride Katie, i knew you were going to be a wonderful rider" I couldnt get out of the car fast enough
"I thought , that little pony and that Angel, theyre made for eachother"
I raced into the stable yeard to find sally, to find the new pony she had bought me. Daddy and mummy laughed. I heard daddy call "Now don run too fast" Then mummy "yeah at least wait for us"
"And now" Sally carriued on "you really, honestly want me take her away?" Angel pulls her hands out of sally's. She stands up, steps carefully backwards. One, back, 2, back. She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. Then throws it on the floorm as if its burning her skin. It flutters byt sally. Who opens it and reads PLEASE, PLEASE TAKE KATIE AWAY
She looks up at Angel "i understand" Then she throws the piece of paper into the fire. It flares yellow and then sooty black. Angel spins round. Runs out the room, acroos the hall, up to the top of the stairs. She hears mum walk out of the kitchen to the living room.
"Any luck?"
"none, Mrs Fisher" Sallys voice become grim and saddened. "Angel wont budge an inch"
"Dint think so"
There is a rustling sound
"This is for the horses, saly. Thanks.." Mum's voice breaks "Their all yours now. Take good care of them. Just take them away please"

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Originally posted by Hollyoaks_Mad:
No offense but you take ages to write lol.

Lol soz my mum is correcting me on my memory all the time.... shes weird

its cool
please continue

really good! more plz!

this story is do sad u was nearlly crying xx

Angel soon learned to live silently in her own head. She returned to her private school in the country 2 weeks after the funeral. She had missed the first 3 weeks of the term and was dreading going back but mum said the longer she left it, the harder it would get. By the time she got there, the whole school knew about her dad. The girls in her class were great. They gave her a hug, while the boys just sttod around lookin uncomfortable. The teachers were sympathetic. Some spoke loudly and more clearlt to Angel than usual, as if she'd suddnly gone deaf and needed to lip read. To her relief, none of them asked questions in class, where he silence would have been too embarrising. Her best friend Ricky, talked too her non stop, told her not to worry, that her voice would come back, she promised. Angel nodded, wrote her a note: 'When i do im planning to talk non stop for a week, so stand by' But going to Ricky's nosisy, friendly household where everyone played and laughed all day long- Ricky's dad on the piano, his mum on her cello, her sister on the flute, ricky on the violin-made Angel even more silent and lonely than ever.
Mum said she wasn'worried about her, she was sure verything would be fine but Angel often caught her staring at her. She started to read books called childhood trauma and how to deal with it If angel enetered the room she would push them under a pile of papers. When she left, Angel would ferret them out and stare at them , biting her lip.

This is amazing. I'm nearly crying. More please

its cool
please carry on
its interesting and different

please write more...

this is WOW!!!!!
plz comtinue

Hey people im in skl at the mo ill write more wen i get bak home thanks