It was a miserable Sunday morning. The rain was annoyingly pattering against the dense, damp windows as the wind whooshed and slinked noisily through the jagged cracks in the glass. I was meeting Charis at the dreaded art exhibition later. Let's just say I wasn't looking forward to it; art isn't my cup of tea. Here's my unbelievably unbelievable story...... Charis and I had just got out of our black B.M.W and were heading for the Gallery door when I smelt the familiar, horrific smell of dust (it made me feel utterly sick.) A few seconds later, (when I'd finally got used to the smell) I pushed silky-soft blonde hair from my eyes and immediately forged ahead. Both me (and Charis) squeezing our noses tightly. When we were in, we were just casually swaggering around, glancing at odd pictures here and there; my attention was drawn to a picture. It had a solid gold frame that resembled the slinky shape of the venomous snake it was also shining admiringly because of the blue sapphires dotted painstakingly around. In the painting was a great blazing fire with warm oranges and fiery reds working together fantastically. The fire was coming out of a black and brown burnt building surrounded by smoke and sparks. A number of black-faced people were darting from the building with unrecognisable expressions. "Why didn't you help us?", came an unearthly voice "You could of helped". I was certain it was my very active imagination so I wandered off. A few minutes later, "You didn't help. You could have helped. You just left us to die. You will pay.", came the same unearthly voice. "Charis, did you hear that?", I asked hesitantly. "Hear what?", she asked matter of factly as she swaggered across the squeaky brown floorboards. As quick as lightening a purple spotted hand stuck out the painting and grabbed Charis by her wrist and yanked her into the picture. Then, the disgusting hand returned and clasped me by my neck and threw me too in the painting. Charis and I screamed until our throats were flaring with pain. No one came to help. We wondered dreamily if we'd ever see pure daylight again and if we'd ever feel the sensation of being hugged by our parents again. Will we? | 
