Julie Tim missed home already but she supposed that this was for the best. She walked alone, her old leather jacket billowing in the strong gale. It was cold but she didn’t mind. She was glad she had left. Her home was far behind her, as were her parents. Thank God for that, Good riddance. She walked on, almost bent double against the harsh, bitter wind, squinting her eyes. The neon lights of the city blinded her. She realised she was alone in a cold, heartless city and felt like a child, scared and missing her mother. She walked on nonetheless. She couldn’t go back now. It was too late for that. She pulled the jacket around her, it really was cold. She decided that, even though she wasn’t hungry,she would go into a café.

She walked into a warm looking café called King Café. She bought a coffee and sat down by the window, cradling the coffee for warmth. She brushed her dyed blue hair out of her eyes. She sipped the coffee. It was too hot. She thought of her family and tears immediately threatened to pour, she walked, deceptively calmly, to the bathroom. Once she had locked the door to the cubicle she completely broke down. For God’s sake Julie pull it together she told herself but she couldn’t. The pain was too much.

Once she had cried herself dry she walked out of the small cubicle.She washed the dried blood from her hands. She also washed her face. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked a mess. Her eyes were puffy, Her windswept hair was all over the place too. She pulled it into a ponytail, her arms shaking. When she was content that she looked halfway decent she left the bathroom.

Her coffee had gone cold. She decided that she should probably leave the King Café. Just as well. She didn’t want to be noticed by too many people. She zipped up her jacket and quietly left the warmth of the café. The unforgiving cold of the city immediately hit her. She thought of how all the other teenagers and children in Lilongwe were bundled up safely in the warmth of their homes. She was lost in her thoughts and accidentally walked into a man who shouted “Watch where you’re going b****” at her. Julie mumbled that she was sorry and walked on.

She soon reached a bridge. She wondered how she had ended up completely alone in a heartless city like Lilongwe.She thought of her family. She thought of how her father had beat her as her mother watched on. She thought of how helpless she had felt. Then she thought of how glad she was that they were both lying dead in their bed, with slits in each of their necks. She had done it whilst they were asleep. She hadn’t wanted to kill her mother but that was necessary. She stared over the edge of the bridge. She took the bloody knife that she had killed her parents with out of her jacket pocket and threw it into the cold, unforgiving depths of the river.

Julie jumped off the bridge. She was killed on impact. Nobody noticed her. Nobody had even cared.