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Read All About It - Emeli Sandé

I suggest that you listen to the song as you read this part. Idk, it gave me the inspiration to write this.

WARNING: This part has an annoying ending.

<3

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The dark room blotted out the sound of shouts and screams outside. The windows were sealed shut and the curtains were drawn. A faint light dimmed and brightened from behind the cloth, Emeli sat on her bed and stared at her laptop screen, a tear slipping down her cheek. The sound of gunshots occassionally thundered around her, making her shake, startled. The house trembled as she silently cried, still staring at her laptop screen.

She glanced up at the picture on her desk which had a golden frame around it. It was her with her best friend, Mick, who lived just down the road. He was her only friend throughout her life. They had visited and talked to each other ever since he moved there. Emeli was home-schooled, but Mick wasn't, so they didn't always get to talk. It was currently 11:30 in the night.

All she knew was that as soon as the sound of a gunshot rang through the air and a man fell a few yards away, her parents had ran inside with her, leaving the car outside and the bags standing on the side of the road.

Shakily, Emeli picked up her phone and skyped Mick, hoping they could talk one last time. She had a feeling she was never going to be able to see him again. She felt that today, she was going to die.

The sight of Mick's face gave her comfort and she waved a hand in greeting at the camera. She waited patiently as Mick wrote something down.

He held up a paper at the camera for her to read.

'Are you ok?' It said.

She smiled and nodded yes. She could see the tears brimming in his eyes when she looked at him, and she knew he was trying hard not to show how sad he felt. He must know the truth, too. The truth of Emeli's fate.

Again, he wrote something down and showed it to her.

'Stay inside. I'm coming.'

Suddenly, she bolted upright and started to cry harder, shaking her head in disagreement. "Don't, don't!" She cried, waving her hands at him, but not even the smallest noise escaped her lips.

He didn't acknowledge her attempts to stop him, he just kept the call.

Panicking, Emeli ran to the window with her phone in hand and thrust the curtains aside, banging the windows open. The sound of the war roared at her, and she cowered away slightly. She glanced down at the road, only to see Mick's dead body lying on the side, his torso bloodied by gunshots.

Suddenly the house began to tremble and another bang struck the air. More gunshots. A glass window shattered downstairs, a bullet flew through her window and missed her head by a fraction. She heard her mum screaming downstairs, her dad shouting something.

Then, a door being thrashed open.

It was a blur to Emeli from then on. She had stumbled down the stairs and watched three armed men shoot her parents several times. Their bodies slumped onto the wooden floors of their home, their blood staining more than just the floorboards.

It stained Emeli's mind.

It stained her heart.

Worst of all, it stained her memory.

Not only had she ran back upstairs and jumped out of the window, but she managed to escape. Escape the war. Escape the millions of extremists, murderers and lunatics that were armed with big guns, all of them following their idiocy and instinct as if their hearts had been shut down, their souls ripped apart.

How, you ask?

Well, then, the answer to that is up to your imagination.

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