Friday, 28 September 2012 2:52 PM
I was walking my dog Barney in the park, my mum on a bench 20
feet away, when a rabbit jumped out from it’s burrow in the ground. I was about
to go and stroke it when it hopped away, Barney
bounded off after the rabbit, barking wildly. A sudden yelp came from
behind the bush. Barney came slinking back to me, blood dripping from his nose.
“What happened boy?” I asked, Barney just looked at me. I headed off toward the
bush, I got a shiver down my spine but ignored it. I was 5 feet away from the
bush when Barney pulled the back of my coat, I turned around and told him to
stop. I heard a noise. I was my mum shouting for me “Estelle! Estelle, come on,
we’re going home now!” I looked at the bush and ran, Barney close behind. When I
reached my mother, I was panting, she saw the blood on Barney’s nose. She
looked at me,“He...he was run...running...because...because a rabbit...a rabbit
came out of it’s...burrow...Barn...Barney followed it into...a bush...and he...yelped
then came out..like...like that.” I said through panting. Barney looked guilty.
“What happened next! Tell me, NOW!” My mother demanded
“That’s all that happened I was going to go and see what was
behind the bush but you started to shout for me.”
My mother grabbed me by the arm and dragged me home.
I snuck out through my bedroom window. I ran to the park and
towards the ‘evil’ bush. I gulped. “Don’t do it.” Came a voice “I tried and
look at me now.” I turned around and a little boy standing there said “Don’t do
it. I tried and look at me now.” I closed my eyes counted to ten and opened
them. The boy was still there this time a broken arm, in a wheelchair, bandages
and plasters all over his body. “Don’t do it.” He repeated “I tried and look at
me now.”
“But what is behind the bush?!” I shouted “I need to know!” “Estelle!”
came a male voice “Estelle dinner is ready!”
There was a bark, I jumped. I was in my room on the floor. I’d
fallen asleep. My father was home from work. I got up off the floor and made my
way downstairs. The dream made me more curious.
At the dinner table I thought I should maybe ask my father if
I could do to the park tomorrow. I already knew I was in hot water with mother.
“Of course you can!” He seemed enthusiastic
“Why are you so happy?” I asked
“Well guess, ‘I got ________?’”
“Sacked? Fired?” I asked “Wait that would make you sad...”
“Keep guessing!” He added a letter “I got p_______?”
“PROMOTED!!!” I screamed sarcastically ”What to?”
“MANAGER!!!” Dad screamed back, he thought I was serious
“OH MY GOODNESS!!!” I shouted sarcastiacally“This causes for a
party!”
“YES!!!” Dad shouted
“NO!!!” I shouted back.
I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. Dad looked at
Mum...”Oh.” he said, mum shrugged her shoulders.
All night I coudn’t sleep. It wasn’t because I’d slept
earlier, it was the bush, the bush and the dream that were bugging me. I snuck
downstairs to check on Barney and investigate his nose a bit more. “ Well
nothing’s been sliced off,” I whispered “so it must have been the rabbit! To be
honest, it never came back after the incident in the park...hmm...” I stroked
Barney and ran back upstairs being careful not to wake my mum and older, mardier
brother. I jumped into bed and instantly had the world’s most craziest,
scariest thought. What if I investigated the bush and ended up like the boy in
my dream? What if I never investigate and I end up fine? But it will bug me
forever, I had questions whizzing through my head.
I am standing, again, 5 feet away from the bush. “Don’t do it.”
Came the same voice of the boy “I tried and look at me now.”
“Will you just shut up?!” I shouted at him
“Fine, don’t say you weren’t warned!” He said fading away.
I walked toward the bush. I froze. There was a bloodcurdling
cry. I screamed and covered my ears.
I woke. My mother and father AND brother standing over me. “Are
you OK?” My brother asked
“Yeah I just need to wash my face.” I said
“You can’t get up.” My dad said
I looked around. I was in hospital.
“We found you at the park paralyzed. Next to a bush.” My mother
explained “That was the same bush that coursed Barney’s nose to bleed.”
“Why can’t I move?” I asked
“Your body is still paralyzed. You have to stay in hospital.”
My brother said.
“But...but why?” I asked
“Because it’s the way it is.” My dad said.
“So I really did go to the park? And I really did shout at the
ghost boy? And I really did scream?” I was in tears
“Yes it happened. Its’ 12:00am we must go.” My mother told me
“No please!” I wished I could get up. I cried and cried and
cried. I wished I’d never gone and all this had never happened and I wished I’d
never shouted at that ghost boy. Suddenly all went quiet. All went black. I saw
a blurry shape. Then it became more clear, it was me. “Am I dead.” I asked
myself
“No. This is paralysis. You will fall asleep and how you will
wake nobody knows but you. Your dream will give you the chance to rethink the
past day and change your ways in the park.” I answered
I was back in the park. I stayed near my mother and threw
Barney a stick, well away from the one mysterious bush. I saw the boy, the little
ghost boy but this time he was real. He had a dog. There was the rabbit. And
the bush. And I pictured the yelp and the blood and the ghost. I shouted to the
boy and told him to grab his dog. I couldn’t let this happen to him a second
time. His dog saw Barney and they became friends. I felt good. Saving some one’s
life. The boy and I became friends. His name was Tommy. He was my age. He had
an older, mardier sister. I was lucky to have the once in a lifetime chance to
relive this event.
The End.
