As Angie looked out across the sea she thought to her self' How could I have lost everything? My House, my husband, my kids.' At that Angie screamed out as if she was in pain. The fisherman on the wall a few meters along from her looked at her as if she was an insane person that had escaped from the asylum on the hill above them. Angie turned away from the sea, muttering to her self and sometimes screaming in frustration. Angie got closer to the abandoned old shop, in the town center, which was the home of her and three other homeless people. As mothers walked past her they hugged their children close to them and crossed the road to avoid her. She heard a child saying to it's mum 1
"Mummy why are we avoiding that person in rags? She is just a person after all." 2
Then she heard the mother replying sternly,"Because I think she has escaped from the asylum on the hill."3
The mother's daughter asked,"What's an asylum??" 4
As their voices faded into the distance Angie muttered bitterly,"It's good to know what people think of you." 5
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She went inside the old shop, and up the stairs. Angie had the whole of the second story to herself as the other occupants also thought she was insane. 7
"WHY AM I FEELING LIKE I AM BEING TORN APART???!!!!" Angie yelled out the window overlooking the town square. Everybody froze then looked towards her. 8
"CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHY I FEEL THAT WAY???!!!!" People started pointing at her and there were a few shouts of 'insane' and 'needs a straitjacket'. Then Angie saw the police and the doctor from the asylum coming towards the town square. Angie pulled her head through the window and into the gloom inside. The doctor called out to her 9
"Why don't you come down and we can talk about it?" Angie was breathing heavily and she risked a glance out the window. The police were coming in from all sides of the town square. She had to get out, but how could she? She ran over to the other side of the floor and looked out the window. No one was out there. She fingered her pearl necklace, picked up her diary and pen, then ran out of the door and started climbing down the fire escape. She ran all the way to the sea, screaming all the way. She ripped out pages of her diary as she ran scattering them all over the road. When she got to the sea she stole into a butchers and got a knife. Then she sat herself in her favorite place, a small nook overlooking the sea. No-one had ever found her there before and she was masterful at hiding, even if she wasn't in her nook. She wrote a note to police and the world in general about why she did what she was about to do.10
The police found her the next day by the trail of blood running down to the sea. The note was still in her hand and it read: I am a poor girl whose husband was lost at sea, who's children were taken because of no father, who's house and possessions were taken because of no husband and no reputation. I am Angie and these are my last words.11
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You'll want a different paragraph every time someone new speaks, like the child and mother talking about Angie.
