The Absence of the Dove: Chapter 2 Leaving
Okay so this is number 2, please comment I really want to know what people think and well urm... Here we go.
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The Absence of The Dove Chapter 2
Leaving
8Th September 1940 9:39 AM
Rubbing my eyes open I noticed that I was in my bedroom, I remembered the frightening scene but couldn't make out how I got into my bedroom, thinking it was just a nightmare I got out of bed and walked towards my window. I pushed my small curtains apart to glance out of my tiny window, a great hole formed in my heart as I stared at my friend Charlie's house, which was directly opposite of mine. Instead of a dirty small brick terrace house, it was a charcoal black pile of rubble. His bed frame lay under brick and roof tiles. I turned my head and forcefully closed my eyes as I couldn't bare the thought any longer.
I rushed downstairs in search of my mother; I found her at the kitchen table with her head glaring at the table, I stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at her through the kitchen door. I had never seen her so unhappy in my entire life. I walked into the kitchen; she looked up at me and gave me a sympathetic grin, trying not to get upset I murmured the Question "Is Charlie, okay?" She looked at me for a minute and said "He's fi... I don't know sweat heart." She stood up, opened her arms for me and said "Come here darling." Now trying much harder to stop tears freely flowing from my watery eyes, I approached her and we rapped our arms around each other. She then to my shock said "William dear, I know you're not going to like this but." "But what?" I interrupted as my facial expression went back into sadness and upset. "I'm sending you away to be evacuated, it's too dangerous here." I pushed her off me and quickly ran back upstairs to my bedroom; I slammed the door and laid down on the bed with my back to the door. By this time I had already begun weeping, my neighing grunting moans where almost as silent as the tears that smoothly slid off my cheeks and onto my old pillow. Shortly after I had calmed down and the sniffling had taken effect, my mother slowly opened the door and sat down beside me. We both had our backs to each other and she softly said "You know I don't want to send you away, don't you?" she continued "I love you William and would let you stay with me but you have your whole life ahead of you, a wife, children, a beautiful home. I don't want you to lose it because of this silly war, and if it means you're going to have to leave me for a while to be safe, then so be it." I wiped my eyes and said "Will you at least promise me that you're going to keep yourself safe?" She laid next to me and began stroking from my forehead, over my ears and to the top of my mane. "Of course I will dear, don't worry about me."
We laid there for 5 minutes; I almost fell asleep because of her soft, subtle grooming until she said "Come on William, we have to pack your bags." I looked at her in despair and said "What? I have to go now?" She replied "I'm sorry sweetheart but you have to go, if I knew it would be safe to keep you another night or even another week then I would. I know this is so sudden and I wish we could have more time together but I can't risk keeping you here. Now come on help me pack."
8th September 1940 11:15 AM
"Have you finished your sandwich yet William?" I looked up at her said "Yes mother." After all ready trying to take as long as possible to savour our time together. She grabbed my plate and put it in the sink and glanced at the clock, bursting out with "Quickly William grab you suitcase, the train leaves at 12 o'clock. I swiftly got off the chair and grabbed my suitcase while my mother got our coats which we put on while walking out of the house and onto to the rubble filled street. My mother grabbed my hand and started pulling me along with my suitcase. As we navigated around bomb craters and piles of rubble from collapsed buildings, I noticed people digging and searching through the debris, people walking around calling for each other, some people were on their knees crying at the site of the destruction, others were simply getting on with their daily lives as if nothing had happened. We soon reached the train station with 20 minutes to spare but my mother insisted I got on the train immediately, which was a good idea as the train station was packed full of people ranging from mice to huskies. My mother still holding onto my hand dragged me through the crowd to a big female brown bear in a ticket booth; the scraggy old bear looked at me oddly and asked "your name?" My mother quickly answered before I could "William Whitworth." The bear wrote my name on a little tag which now said my name at the top and Rotherham, South Yorkshire underneath. Just before my mother yet again tugged me along, the bear quickly said in a tired, careless voice "Carriage number 4 or 5 pumpkin."
Quickly my mother ploughed through the crowds until we got onto the platform, I looked up to see big rusty iron frames arching over the platforms while supporting musky corrugated steel sheets. My mother put her right arm over me and this time led me to the 4th carriage of the long steam train with red and cream carriages, swerving through crying mothers hugging and petting their children goodbye we found an empty spot beside the train. We turned to each other; she gave me her heart melting, sympathetic grin and said "Don't cry sweetheart, I might not say it but you're a big lad now." I smiled, released the suitcase from my grip and hugged her. Casing her arms around me she said "Listen William since you're going to south Yorkshire, I'm going to try and get in contact with your grandma Joan and see if I can try and move in with her and when I find a job I will come get you. Okay darling?" Again trying not to cry I replied "Yes, mum." Just as we released each other from our loving grasp a conductor blew a whistle and shouted "EVERYBODY ON BOAAARD!" Looking towards the conductor I realised almost everyone else was already on the train, I grabbed my suitcase and picked it up. My mother at the same height as me put her hand on my cheek and started rubbing her thumb up and down. I lowered my head as a tear crept out of my eye, I quickly closed them to try and hide my watery eyes, in doing so my mother kissed me on the forehead and whispered "I love you more than anything in the world, don't forget that William ." I replied with dignity and pride "I love you too mum."
Turning towards the train with a smile on my face I walked into the fairly quiet carriage and quickly found an empty a pair of two seats facing each other with a table in between which thankfully had a window . My mother stretched out over the gap between the train and platform with her right hoof like hand, resting her palm on the window. I put my hand on the same spot and faintly heard her say "Goodbye my dearest." For the first time in my life I saw my mother's face freely unfetter her tears. Another loud whistle sounded and the train jolted forwards; my mother withdrew her hand from the glass window leaving me frozen with my eyes wide open, my ears back and my hand stuck in the same position. She quickly reached for her handkerchief, wiped her eyes and began waving good bye. The train now speeding up and my mother quickly fading into the crowd of howling mothers, I snapped my hand out of the mysterious force sustaining it in the same position and fearfully waved back. As my face melted into a weeping state, I whispered "Goodbye", hoping that she saw the movement of my lips clearly enough to make out my painful farewell. Within moments she had evaporated into the deprived crowd, my heart sank, I rested my forlorn body against the seat, hastily wiped my eyes on my arm and closed my eyes.
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Might be few mistakes, didnt get chance to check it.
Okay it was fairly upsetting to do this piece but anyway tell me what you think.
Hopefully these will get longer over time.