I stood there back against the gate as the man moved closer, I tried to show no fear but I was too afraid. The man grabbed my hair and twisted my head to the side. He licked my neck and so I quickly pulled away. He knocked me to the ground and hit me a few times in the face, this made it harder for me to see and hear clearly.
I lay there and let him pound the living daylights out of me, then again I felt him come close to my neck. I couldn't move and so he licked my neck. I couldn't understand why he was so weird. My arms became free and I could move again, but my leg once again was dead and I couldn't move it. I sat myself up and started to rub my eyes to try and see clearer.
I turned round and behind me was the gate I entered and sat patiently on the other side was Oscar. The whole thing seemed to be a dream to me. I carefully left the graveyard and got my dog to get me back home, I couldn't walk normally. My leg seemed to stay dead for an hour after getting home to rest. I lay on the sofa and put my leg up, I pulled my trouser leg up and looked at my dead leg. I noticed nothing wrong with it.
At my age I couldn't really understand why it would be going dead. I am only 15 and my leg keeps going dead. My parents aren't here to give me advice on it and I haven't got any friends. My dad is in hospital and my mum is always away working (in fact she's dead but I like to believe she's just working). I haven't seen her for about a year now. My dad is dying slowly in the local hospital, but he doesn't want me to see him.
I have to stand on my own two feet, I have to look after my home and still find time for school. Most boys my age have girlfriends and are in relationships but I have no time for all that at the moment. I slept for the rest of the night.