Creative Writing Draft

Dylan Baggaley   English Draft
Red

She stood there and wandered when he was coming home. Her lover, her life. Thoughts gushed threw her head like water down the drain. They wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop them.
Kayleigh had been out all day with her brother’s family, she wanted to see Asher. She got a much overpriced taxi to take her there, she was willing to do anything at this point. As she neared Asher’s flat she heard the wailing call of the spotted parrot next door and could taste the morning dew in the air, she glanced around as the caramel leaves floated eloquently past her luscious pale blonde hair; it was a bleak autumn day.
She reached under the matt and pulled out the cold, damp rusted key. She froze, looked at her shivering hand with the key grasped between two fingers and then back at the door. She wanted to go in. She didn’t want to go in.
She finally summoned the courage to open the door. She clenched the dull door handle and turning it 90 degrees to the left. She dragged herself in. As she entered she smelt the dampness, the mould seeping down the walls as the parrot next door continued to screech as if to get attention. She wanted to kill that bird, it was that bird. That bird. The piercing screech went straight through her, her knees wobbled; her hands rapidly covered her ears in an attempt to avoid the ear piercing noise that was of the parrots next door. She hated it, however she had more important things on her mind. Asher.
She slouched on what seemed to be a sofa but couldn’t get in a comfortable position with all the clothes and grease smeared from corner to corner. Her hand quickly covered her mouth and nose as she inhaled the disgusting smell of rotten sausages, which he had devoured weeks ago. She got up, she stood there and wandered when he was coming home. Her lover, her life. Thoughts gushed threw her head like water down the drain. They wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop them.
Then she heard him, he was outside. She rushed to...