Here I Am Here I am in the cold and dark, under the moonlight and in a grave yard. It's the 21st of January the only day I'll remember, the living hell of my memories go on right here for ever. It's not the fact I know they are dead and gone, no its a fact I'm here still remembering what really did go wrong. It was always her loving eyes and pretty face to catch a heart. Whilst his hair all bushy and a master of art. We would regularly walk along the shore side and see the seagulls fly to far and wide. Then after all of that my mother would tell me at bed, of a little story she had once read. 'twilight start, twilight star, twinkling high above so far. Shining night shining bright, will you grant my wish tonight. Let my little horse forlorn be at last a unicorn.' But now for all of that, your probably wondering why I am here alone in the dark. It was my uncle a happy and sane man, but I knew of the drinks and drugs would do him no good. That night he came back from the pub, he came into sight with a blood stained dagger and a melevolent fury in his heart, he went to my mum and dads sides and drove the dagger through there hearts. At the time I was alone in my bed with nothing to dread, my uncle came down the starts and nothing more could be said. So here I am in the cold and dark under the moonlight and in a grave yard, I've been in hiding for around 5 years trying to Run away from the sorrow and the tear. My uncle then appears behind me with the dagger and rage in his heart he goes to my side, then everything is dark.

London as I wall down the dark alley way, I hear the most strangest noises, dogs been unleaded, barking madly. A man in pain, screaming like no one else could scream in so much terror. It was a dark, dingy night. Clouds where hiding the#moonfrom showing her face. Only the street lights were visible, even then all the dust and muck from the street you could see rising through the light. It was january, freezing as you might expect, London 1939 hight of the blitz. everywhere you walked there was rubble and bodies streaming the streets, mothers hold there children tightly as if they could shield them from such a powerful thing. I kept walking and behind me began to loom a figure dressed in all black, but all the same, it was dangerous times. Te figure quickened his pace ever so slightly so by the time I had reached the bridge he was almost in ear shot. Then it started to mutter words, no word like I had ever come across, foreign inhuman even. Then as I kept turning as slowly as possible, his hand revealed a dagger. I made for a run and he was to quick within indescribable timing he had me pined to the ground, no way of escape then he loomed about me that dagger so near to my throat, then, blackness. I remember no more.