Tw// suicidal thoughts, death
I swear to Saints that this sun gets closer every day. My long sleeved t shirt is drenched with sweat, only my collar keeping my neck from getting fried. I reach up, tugging the fruit down into my basket. My muscles have gotten used to the strain of a work day and so all I can focus on is the sweat steadily dripping down my forehead. Hazel works on the row of bushes next to me and I glance over. She almost equally as sweaty, although the tall plants somewhat protect her from the sun. I let her have that row, basically forced her to take it. Because strapped to her chest is Luna, the small baby not making a sound as her sea-blue eyes track Hazels every move. Sometimes, when I'm looking at the right time, Hazel will pull a funny face and Luna will giggle softly. My broken heart melts.
Finally, finally, the men at the gates give up and order us out. Not because of our health. Hell, I almost laugh at the thought. Because their spoilt little asses want to get somewhere cooler. I lead the women out but instead of going with them, around the corner to the Shack, or up into town, I head straight for the shade of the trees.
In a way I am grateful for the long work hours, sun so hot. It keeps my mind off other things.
I go to the lake, our lake. Kicking my shoes off, I dive in, work clothes and all. The cool water washes over me like paradise and I splash out the surface, flicking my short hair out of my eyes.
Inhale
Exhale
I sink back under the surface again and a strange aura of calmness surrounds me, the water blocking my ears and my thoughts. Like my worries not exist down here.
Maybe I should stay down here forever. It would be so much easier. I sigh, letting out the last of my air. Let my eyes close.
Her face. Her green eyes, black hair, full lips. But she frowns and shakes her head.
Her faces morphs into Hazels. Into Lunas. Into the Kings face.
My eyes snap open and I swim up towards the light. Clambering out, I collapse on the grass, head in my hands. His face fills me with a boiling rage. Ida's murderer. My fingers tug at my hair, needing to put my anger somewhere, anywhere. Through the haze of rage, I hear a twig snap with clear clarity and I freeze. With a conscious effort, I realise my grip on my hair and look around.
Nothing. I wait, seeing if anything happens and when nothing does, I stand and steadily making my way further upstream to the place I've been avoiding the moment I stepped foot here.
I collapse on my knees in front of a stone rock, a marker of death. The memories flood in.
It was the dead of night. The stars were blackened and the birds were silent.
Death's shadow has fallen over this forest.
Jades tears were not yet dry, nor was the blood on Ida. Finally, Jade stood, legs wobbly and uncertain like a newborn. Like she didn't know how to function anymore. But she regains her balance and scoops up Ida. And she walks.
One step at a time. Hours goes by like minutes. Until she reaches the lake. Their lake. She lays the girl down and locates a tree and digs. The earth is lush, the soil not dry and so she is able to dig deeper, deeper. She adds more blood to her hands, her blood this time. But she doesn't stop. And then finally, as the forest awakens from it slumber, the sun sending its rays dancing across the tree tops, Jade lowers the girl in to the grave, ever so gently.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers. "Please forgive me." The earth dampens as dirty tears hit the forest floor.
"I will never forget you Ida. Even when the earth is dead and the sun does not rise." She takes a deep breath, and pushes the dirt over the grave until there is just a mound. She leans
back on her heels, pauses, then heaves a large stone on to the middle of the grave. Only then does she curl up and let the tears fade away to a slumber.
My knees dig into the dirt as I bow my head, shoulder sagging.
Suddenly the thud of a dagger hits Ida's tree, the sharpened steel narrowly missing my face.
A warning shot.
"Go on," I say, my voice loud yet still as broken as I feel in that moment, not even bothering to look at the person. "Kill me."
"Now those are words I don't hear often enough."
Finally, something exciting! I hope you're as pumped as me to meet this new character, they have been in my mind for a while now. Anyways, I have a packed weekend and then back to school with assessments and stuff ugh. On that note, I hope you have an amazing day! :)
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Trapped
Fantasy"I came here for one reason and one reason alone. To kill the king and take his kingdom for my own. " ------ Vreca has one mantra. Control. Over other countries, over food and its people. But especially over women. In a world where women are deemed...
