10/10/2014 Cathy Cassidy

I lean my head back against the pillow, allowing my cheek fall against the starchy-white sheet, my eyes to close against the bright lights. Beside me, machines bleep and buzz, and a drip feeds medicine through a tube into my veins. My head aches, and the pain sears through me as though someone has split it open like a coconut and then pressed it back together carelessly, leaving a ragged wound. 

'How are you today?' The doctor's voice cuts through my thoughts. 'Any change? Can you remember what happened?'

I shake my head and a tear slides soundlessly down my cheek. I can't remember anything, anything at all.

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Comment by Sarah Cook on October 9, 2014 at 23:52

The doctor speaks to me. “You had a terrible accident on your bike, you were crossing the road when a truck came and hurtled into you”, he said. “You were very lucky to survive the event”.

“Where is my bike?”, I ask. The doctor looked very solemn, he turned around and picked up a large object wrapped in a starch white blanket. He unwrapped the object. In his hands were the mangled remains of my bike.

“Your bike did not survive the event”, the doctor said. I felt as if someone had ripped apart a section of my heart. That bike was more than just a lump of metal. It was my companion. Amidst my sadness, I realised I hadn’t even asked to see my parents.

I wondered what emotions they would have had when they learned of my incident. On the spur of the moment, memories began to flow back. I remembered crossing the road. I replayed the accident in my head. I realised that there was no one behind the steering wheel. As I replayed it time and time again, something told me to keep this intriguing piece of information to myself.

Suddenly, I heard the door click open.

Kavin and Ben

Christ the King Australia

Comment by Rosa Harkin on October 10, 2014 at 9:09

A solitary stranger stood sternly at the door. Slowly he walked towards me as the doctor left the room to see to an emergency. As he approached I saw his eyes through the slit in his black bandana they were red and badly scarred.

He mumbled my name! How did he know my name? Who was this scary stranger? Suddenly he ripped of his bandana to reveal recent wounds that had been hurriedly stitched up.

In a deep painful voice he creaked 'I know what happened to you. Be careful and watch your back!' Quietly he disappeared leaving his blood-stained bandana for all to see.

Almost immediately my parents and two detectives hurried into the room.

'Did you see him?' I gasped. 'See who?' they replied whilst running to my bed.

'The scarred man who left that blood spattered bandana' I gasped

Lucy, Mahsa, Bipujan, Tanish, Divyam,  Sahar, Julia, Shakeel, Kael, Betiel

Norbury School. Harrow London

Comment by WP Central on October 10, 2014 at 11:27

'About a day later, I still hadn't recovered properly.  I was in bed moaning in agony when it happenbed.  I was still in hosptital, there was an unearthly shadow in my room.  It was him the man who left the bandanna on my bed.  I was certain it was him.  I closed my eyes and opened them again, my room was deserted I must have imagined it.  I must have dozed off and when In awoke the dector was back, I felt dazed and confused but still I kept it to myself'

 Charlie, Jake, Eve, Issy and Joseph 

Hemingford Grey

Comment by Alison murtha on October 10, 2014 at 12:24

“Hello doctor, how many weeks do you think I will be here for?” The doctor did not answer. I realized that it was the man in the bandana, dressed in the doctor’s outfit. “I am not the doctor.”

“I just realized that,” replied Kassy in a scared, timid voice.

“I am going to get you out of here.”

“ Why? “ I asked confused.

 “ I heard that the detectives  are making a plot to kill you.”

 Kassy gasped, “Oh no!” 


Charlotte, Angus and Victoria   year 4/5 Cockwood School

Comment by Bev Edmeades on October 10, 2014 at 13:53

“Wait a sec. How do I know I can trust you?” I questioned mysteriously.

“Look, just believe me,” He insisted whilst winking at me. As he approached me, my heart skipped a beat. I backed away into the corner of my bed, but I had nowhere to go. Grabbing me with his blood-stained hands, I realised I was hopeless against this terrifying monster! As frightened as an animal about to be put down, I felt my body peeling off the velvety white sheets of the safety of my bed. I attempted to scream. But all that came out, was a small gargle. My voice was paralysed with fear! Lashing out with my num foot, I felt a ripple of pain through my body. Having only just come out of an accident, I knew that I couldn’t fight back.

The fear of being carried away with this horrifying stranger was too much to bare. I started crying inconsolably. And before I knew it I had drifted into a never-ending sleep!


By Lucas, Lucy, Harry B, Harrison, Robbie.
Hemingford Grey Primary School. Year 6.

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