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The cold winter breeze is penetrating my skin; I feel the chill in my bones and start to shiver out of control. As I am lying down in the lawn of my home, all I can see is parts of the garden in the moonlight. I gather my last bit of strength and get up to knock the front door of my home again. There is still no response from my father. Hunger is driving my actions as I try to break-in and fail again and again. With no other options left I decide to go break the window near the door with a stone and try to open the door from the inside. After breaking the window, I can see my mother is still lying down in the floor and I try shouting to wake her up. There is no response from her at all. I feel the dizziness spreading in my head. As I try to unlock the door through the window opening, I feel the lights shutting down inside me and I fall down to the …show more content…

I gently put aside my duvet, get out of my bed and stare at the world outside through my room’s window. Yet again there is absolutely no movement in the streets of downtown Brisbane outside and I start embracing the calmness into my body and start to breath steadily again after waking up from that nightmare. The old man says that I’m a ghost of an ancient man living in a modern human world. I do have to agree with him as I often see people rushing behind their everyday lives as a slave trapped in a time capsule. I always seem to be gifted with the luxury of having loads of time in my hand. The old man thinks that one day I will become the heir to his empire. He admires me for being calculative and ruthless in the job. But I’m not in it for the money and power as him, I’m in it for the challenges and the thrill it gives me when I’m doing it. The part of me with normal human desires was sucked out of me a long time ago old man… long time ago…But it still feels like

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