Ghost Stories October 2016 | Page 20

CINDERTHRILLA Amy Kirkpatrick , 13 The ball was abhorrent, I let my depression obstruct my contentment. The noble heir didn't comprehend my mental state of mind. I knew I had to leave... SMASH! As my glass slipper tumbled down the stairs. Sprinting into the woods, my feet were scratching off stray twigs which were taking a nap on the bleak, rotting ground. Trees as tall as skyscrapers peered upon me as if I was a peasant begging for their scraps. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, was it the deadline of the woodland? or the gateway to hell... I suddenly awoke​. Grasping onto reality, hands reached before my face lifting me out of the depths of my despair. I put up a facade of normality across my face as a shield protecting me from the demons that stood in front of my limply layed body. At least you tried... 20