Outside the birds sang sweetly in the bright light of the sun, however in the old attic, it was dark and dreary. The sun shone beautifully through the window revealing a suffocating coat of dust, no-one could breathe in this room, apart from one, only they felt comfortable in this room. An amazing carved stallion stood on an old, shabby dressing table, once a toy of a great master. The dresser's draw was stiff but when it was open an radiant portrait of a young, ravishing lady could be seen. There were some inexplicable red blotches, near to a small sturdy camp bed. Suddenly at the back of the attic room an old key turned in the huge, ancient door, in walked the young lady in the portrait. She glided across the room then collapsed on the camp bed. Why she felt warm and comfortable and why she could breathe no-one could guess. She lay there motionless, all that moved were her diamond blue eyes scanning the room. She soon rose, her pale blonde hair stroked her elegant slim figure as she walked towards the dresser, by the horse was an admiring crystal necklace, as she picked it up she remembered when she was given it - mother, father and her boyfriend Charles had given it to her for her 16 birthday present, they had had a picnic in the attic but mother and father had to go back to work, leaving her and Charles alone, oh how she loved him but then she remembered he was no longer hers promised to another woman gone for all eternity. She became furious and snapped the necklace in two. She stomped over to a chair where she sat, but the chair collapsed causing her to fall onto a dark red blotch. She fingered the mark, as a smile lingered near laughter filled her ears as the wine stain reminded her of her 17th birthday. Mother had allowed her to have a romantic dinner with Charles, he had brought up the table, delicious meal and some delicate candle holders with brand new candles. She saw the holder and strolled towards it, she sat by it, then gently picked it up, holding it carefully, she saw Charles’ face and how happy he was. They talked all evening, but towards the end of the meal Charles had told her about Elizabeth. She became angry again, then threw it against the wall, causing a broken wooden draw to fall, showing a divine locket. She walked over and picked it up, opening it she could see her mother her father and Charles, this was the last present he had given to her before they had broken up, she ripped his picture into many little pieces and scattered them onto the floor. She gazed at the two remaining photo’s and heard the dreadful scream. She remembered them getting into father’s brand new car; laughing at fathers jokes and mothers hilarious giggling; then she saw the young jersey cow in the middle of the street; the car swerved, hitting an old oak tree and then she heard her mother’s terrifying scream! Surprisingly the door nob turned, then the door creaked open. In stepped a handsome young man his eyes brimming with tears, then she noticed it wasn't any handsome young man, it was Charles. She arose from the floor looking straight into his eyes, but he didn't look back at her but walked past her picking up the stallion, the portrait, the wonderful locket and a journal in the dresser. As he turned around tears spilled out of his eyes, again he acted like he couldn't see her as he left the room he locked the door! Why didn't he look at her?
Why wasn't she noticed?
Could he even see her?
From now on she knew she would always be forever cold... | 
