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Ella, short story

As a young child Ella sat under a towering willow tree; she would spend days under the tree waiting for someone to find her. The leaves draped around her in a melancholy way; she knew no one would come for her, but she could hope. She would lavish in misery as she slowly withered away, physically she appeared to be fine, a little gaunt but not insanely sickly appearing. Mentally though she was unwell, all these years of sitting alone took a rather depressing toll on her thoughts. She thought often of depressing things as she began to resent her existence. All these thoughts of why, why, why? All these anguished screams escaping from deep inside her that echoed through her soul, her agonized screamed haunted her, over and over in her mind she would hear her own despair; and there she sat, in the middle of the cascading leaves, leaning against the strong trunk, crying. Crying from fear, crying from sorrow, crying because of the pit of rage that was burning deep inside her. Her feelings of bitter sadness was soon replaced with rage, rage that nobody cared, angered by the thought of being alone, trapped in solitude. nothing had ever made her blood boil as it did then. Everyday she would still sit under the tree, no longer consumed by darkness but engorged with hate. hate for people that showed her no mercy, hate for the people who picked on her, hate for those that ignored her. Her mind that was once devoured by sorrow was now brimming with anger and hate. She wanted revenge for her eternally lost soul, to prove she was not worthless, to show she was more than meets the eye. She was not hopelessly broken, nor was she some trash someone could simply dispose of. She was Ella, she was a human, she had value. Everyday, every waking second she sat in spite and rage, her blood boiling at the simple thought of her life being stolen by those who held little to themselves. Finally, she stopped, she stopped crying, she stropped the flow of hatred that consumed her soul. Finally one night under this faithful willow, she stood and looked at the moon; her eyes glistened in the moonlight, not that anyone was around to notice. She stopped feeling sorry for herself and in that moment , with intense feelings of something unknown she smiled. This unknown feeling, it dawned on her, is this what bliss feels like, is this the unknown feeling of joy I have craved? She was right, for then bitterness and sorrow, and feeling of failure left her, drained from her soul, to be replaced by a feeling of content. her smile widened as she confirmed that this was indeed happiness that was inside her chest. It was not peoples fault for leaving her under the now dying willow, it was not a world against her, for in this moment of intensity, Ella realized she was fighting against herself all along, why would she sit under the willow, secluded, and expect strangers to search for her though the bitter darkness she created to find her. She spread her arms, feathers emerging from her skin, she grew smaller until she became a small blue jay, still the moonlight fell upon Ella's feathers, illuminating the blue in a thrilling manner. A new sense of life filled her as she took flight into the sky, the stars shinning on her now, for she was finally free from the darkness she held herself captive in for so long, every grueling year erased, every agonizing thought gone, only feelings of eternal freedom and joy were in her now as she gracefully circled the now dead willow. With no sorrow to feed from anymore the willow had died, and with it died Ella's ears of pain, making her free, free to fly as far from this nightmare she dreamed as possible. She was free, and would die before it was taken from her once more.