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Ivy shivered as she walked along the abandoned, graffitied street of Melbourne. She quickened her pace as water began to fall from the stormy sky. Nobody besides her father and herself had lived here for over 7 years. 7 years since the nightmare shooting. She gets lonely sometimes.


She hurried into one of the nearby old houses, being careful where she stepped, knowing how unstable all the buildings were. She began to search all the cupboards, searching for any food that was still edible. Nothing! She sighed as she went to leave the house, but froze as she saw an old crumpled picture. It was a drawing of a mum, a dad and a little girl, a family. Ivy gasped - it was her family! She gazed around the house, suddenly realising where she was. She was in her old house, the house she lived in with her mum and dad when she was nine years old, before the shooting. Ivy gently touched the lady in the drawing , her mum. She never really knew her 

mother, she died when she was eight years old, a year before the shooting. A tear dropped from Ivy's’ eye as she carefully folded the picture and gently placed it in her pocket. The moment was broken when a sound echoed in the distance. A scream.


The wind rushed through Ivy’s thick brown hair as she sprinted through the dark streets. She gasped as she turned a corner, and saw a slumped body laying under a flickering streetlight on the cold stone road. “No!” she gasped. The chill in the air was no longer a thought in her mind as she realised who it was. She rushed over to the body and knelt down beside him. “Dad!” she exclaimed. She flinched at the sight of the knife in his chest, Although she didn't want to, she pulled the  big heavy knife out from his chest and shivered at the sight of the thick red blood oozing from the deep wound. ”Who did this to you?” she sobbed. Ivy's father softly groaned, and opened his eyes to look at her, but his eyes widened as he looked past her. He looked Ivy In the eyes and used the last of his strength to whisper, “Ivy, run!” Then he closed his eyes and his head fell to the side. “NO!” screamed Ivy. Suddenly, what sounded like a twig snapped behind her. Ivy jumped to her feet. Some movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention to an alleyway to her left. She cautiously took a few steps forward. “Hello?” she called, uncertain of who, or what, she was talking to.  There was no reply, but Ivy could just make out a crouched silhouette in the darkness. She took a few more tentative steps towards the alleyway. Her father's last words echoed in her ears. “Run, Ivy.” This must of been what he was looking at. Ivy took a step backwards. She had to get out of here, now, but before she could turn and run, the figure lunged at her. Ivy barely had time to scream before everything went black.


When Ivy came to, she was laying on the hard floor of a dark room, but why was the room shaking? Wait a minute, she was in a van! Ivy felt very weak, so she couldn’t get up. Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, she turned her head to look out the window, but it was smeared with black ash, making it hard to look outside. Ivy winced, as her head pounded with pain. She had a strong urge to close her eyes and go back into the darkness, and her eyelids felt heavy. She couldn't fight… the urge. Ivy’s head fell to the side once again, everything went black.

 

Little Ivy ran down the stairs with a piece of of paper in her hand. “ Mummy, Mummy!” she yelled. “I'm in the living room, darling” called her mother. Ivy turned the corner into the living room and jumped onto the sofa, wrapping her arms around her mother. “Hello dear,” she laughed. Little Ivy beamed at her. “Look mother, I drew a picture! It's of you, me and daddy! I used my best crayons! “Oh Ivy it's lovely!” she exclaimed. “Come, let’s put it on the fridge.” Ivy skipped beside her mother towards the kitchen, but before they could get to the fridge, the ground began to shake. “Mummy? What's  happening ?” asked little Ivy, her voice full of worry. “Get down!” screamed her mother in return. Ivy did as she was told, but stood back up when her mother hurried to go out the door “NO, Ivy stay here.” her mother firmly told her. “George!” She yelled. “We're having a earth- “No” Ivy screamed in horror as her mothers speech was cut off by a giant slab of the ceiling, crushing her instantly. Ivy’s father ran into the house, took one look at the scene, and ran over to Ivy who was crying. “Come, we have to go, NOW!” Ivy nodded and took one last look at the area where her mother had stood just moments ago, and then followed her father out the house.


Ivy woke up screaming and her head pounding. She had that horrible nightmare again. The same one she's had every night since her mother died. Ivy put her hand to her head, it was bloody. That explained the pain. Ivy looked around the room she was in. It was a dirty, run down kitchen. Had she been kidnapped? She slowly stood up and stumbled over to a kitchen bench. If she had been kidnapped, the person who had taken her musn’t want anything good with her. She had to get escape, her life may depend on it. She managed to focus her blurry vision onto a window and stumbled around the kitchen searching for something to smash the glass with whilst gripping to the dirty bench for balance. There was nothing in the cupboards or on the benches. Suddenly, Ivy felt weak and her legs gave way. She fell to the ground and groaned. It was no use, she couldn’t escape. Ivy warily open her eyes, and she saw a dark grey fuzzy blob. Wait a minute. Ivy rubbed her eyes and looked again. A rock! She hardly picked it up and stumbled towards the window. Using all of her strength, she lifted her arm and threw it as hard as she could at the glass. It shattered instantly. “What was that?” yelled a voice. “What are you doing in there, girl?” Oh no, she had hurry! Ivy placed her hands on the bench and awkwardly lifted up her leg, putting her foot on the benchtop. She winced as she fell on the dirt ground outside,  just as kitchen door opened with a bang. 


Ivy swiftly rolled around a nearby corner to prevent being seen. She heard a scream of anger, and then a door slam as a woman ran out of the house. Ivy quickly stood up. Her vision had cleared now, and she felt a bit stronger. Hopefully she had enough strength to get far away enough from this horror house. She took off in the opposite direction she saw the woman run and didn’t stop until she was sure that she was far away enough from where she had been held captive. Ivy breathed heavily, she was safe. For now at least…


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 Ivy shivered as she walked along the abandoned, graffitied street of Melbourne. She quickened her pace as water began to fall from the stormy sky. Nobody besides her father and herself had lived her for over 7 years. 7 years since the nightmare shooting. She gets lonely sometimes.


She hurried into one of the nearby old houses, being careful where she stepped, knowing how unstable all the buildings were. She began to search all the cupboards, searching for any food that was still edible. Nothing! She sighed as she went to leave the house, but froze as she saw an old crumpled picture. It was a drawing of a Mum, a dad and a little girl, a family. Ivy gasped - it was her family! She gazed around the house, suddenly realising where she was.She was in her old house, the house she lived in with her mum and dad when she was nine years old, before the shooting. Ivy gently touched the lady in the drawing , her mum. She never really knew her mother, she disappeared when she was eight years old, a year before the shooting. A tear dropped from Ivy's’ eye as she carefully folded the picture and gentle placed it in her pocket. The moment was broken when a sound echoed in the distance. A scream.


The wind rushed through Ivy’s thick brown hair as she sprinted through the the dark streets. She gasped as she turned a corner, and saw a slumped body laying under a flickering streetlight on the cold stone road. “No!” she gasped. The chill in the air was no longer a thought in her mind as she realised who it was. She rushed over to the body and knelt down beside him. “Dad!” she exclaimed. She flinched at the sight of the knife in his chest, Although she didn't want to, she pulled the  big heavy knife out from his chest and shivered at the sight of the thick red blood oozing from the deep wound. ”Who did this to you?” she sobbed. Ivy's father softly groaned, and opened his eyes to look at her, but his eyes widened as he looked past her. He looked Ivy In the eyes and used the last of his strength to whispered, “Ivy, run!” Then he closed his eyes and his head fell to the side. “NO!” screamed Ivy. Suddenly what sounded like a twig snapped behind her. Ivy jumped to her feet. Some movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention to an alleyway to her left. She cautiously took a few steps forward. “Hello?” she called, uncertain of who, or what, she was talking to. she. There was no reply, but Ivy could just make out a crouched silhouette in the darkness. She took a few more tentative steps towards the alleyway. Her father's last words echoed in her ears. “Run, Ivy.” This must of been what he was looking at. Ivy took a step backwards. She had had to get out of here, now, but before she could turn and run, the figure lunged at her. Ivy barely had time to scream before everything went black.


When Ivy came to, she was laying on the hard floor of a dark room, but why was the room shaking? Wait a minute, she was in a van! Ivy felt very weak, so she couldn’t get up. Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, she turned her head to look out the window, but it was smeared with black, making looking outside impossible. Ivy winced as her head pounded with pain. She had a strong urge to close her eyes and go back into the darkness, and her eyelids felt heavy. She couldn't fight… the urge. Ivy’s head fell to the side as once again, everything went black.

 

Little Ivy ran down the stairs with a piece of of paper in her hand. “ Mummy, Mummy!” she yelled. “I'm in the living room, darling” called her mother. Ivy turned the corner into the living room and jumped onto the sofa, wrapping her arms around her mother. “Hello dear,” she laughed. Little Ivy beamed at her. “Look mother, I drew a picture! It's of you, me and daddy! I used my best crayons! “Oh Ivy it's lovely!” she exclaimed. “Come, let’s put it on the fridge.” Ivy skipped beside her mother towards the kitchen, but before they could get to the fridge, the ground began to shake. “Mummy? What's  happening ?” asked little Ivy, her voice full of worry. “Get down!” screamed her mother in return. Ivy did as she was told, but stood back up when her mother hurried to go out the door “NO, Ivy stay here.” her mother firmly told her. “George!” She yelled. “We're having a earth- “No” Ivy screamed in horror as her mothers speech was cut off by a giant slab of the ceiling, crushing her instantly. Ivy’s father ran into the house, took one look at the scene, and ran over to Ivy who was crying. “Come, we have to go, NOW!” Ivy nodded and took one last look at the area where her mother had stood just moments ago, and then followed her father out the house.


Ivy woke up screaming and her head pounding. She had that horrible nightmare again. The same one she's had every night since her mother died. Ivy put her hand to her head, it was bloody. That explained the pain. Ivy looked around the room she was in. It was a dirty run down kitchen. She had tried to kidnap her for many years now, but Ivy had always managed to escape, Ivy stood up and searched the messy kitchen for something hard. She opened a drawer and found a rock. She took it out and threw it at the window. It smashed instantly. Ivy quickly climbed out and ran as quickly as far as she could away from Iren’s house and into the woods. After a while, she stopped and caught her breathe. She was safe, for now. 


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