The Heroine from a Dream - Part 1

The freezing cold wind whipped through my long black curly hair, my teeth started chattering and my sapphire blue eyes started watering, it carried the strong smell of the salty sea. My nose stung from the cold and was probably as red as a beetroot. The gray fresh salty water churned into waves by the gales of wind, the sea started sprinkling my chilly bare feet that were sinking into the icy wet sand as I shuffled slightly as I was trying to warm up by toes. A seagull struggles to its nest, as the sea breeze grew stronger.

I sniffed, by the chill in the wind; I turned round and walked up the wet sandy beach, avoiding the flurries of hard stony pebbles. I arrived at the tarmac road leading away from the gloomy beach and the choppy sea. I awkwardly hobbled across it not wanting to press my feet too hard against the miniscule sharp rocks. I decided to walk across a stretch of grass that is long, soft and almost fluffy like a carpet under foot.

I entered my house, it was as messy as usual. My siblings hadn't even bothered to try to tidy up it was disappointing. I can't always tidy up after them, how would they learn for the future otherwise, it was hard not having either of our parent round.

I still can’t figure out who murdered them, the homicide detective would never say he was wrong because he thought it was a homicide but I know it was a murder but by who is what I want answered.

As I walked up the cluttered stairs minding that I didn’t trip over their stuff, I opened my bedroom door and the cheerful blue walls engulfed me. I was my most happiest in here because it was the second tidiest room in the house after the kitchen. My bed was unmade and slightly messy how was this setting, an example for the kids.

I let myself fall onto the bed absolutely exhausted already and it was only ten in the morning. I sat up and looked through my window from where I was on my comfy bed, I could see the old rickety abandoned light house, just off the beach on the side there was ivy growing on the side, making it looked as if the ivy was strangling the lighthouse.

Oh! How my imagination traveled in this room.