I wake up to the sound of my alarm. As I hit the snooze button the calender catches my eye. Today is the day. To visit The Tree. The Tree...
Our Tree.
As I reach the top of the hill, the memories come flooding back.
The two of us having a picnic while playing tea party. Playing tag around The Tree. Finally being tall enough to climb the branches, rolling down the hill acting like we were Jack and Jill.
The two of us talking about boys... Non-stop! Helping each other through the piles of homework. Talking about our parents, how much we love them and hate them.
Her starting to talk more about what is going on at home, me being the only person she could talk to. I remember feeling shocked and saddened. I tried to help her countless times, but what could I really do? The situation seemed beyond repair. One day she started to talk about ending the pain, what does that mean? I did not understand it at first, but looking back now the signs were clear.
I remember it being a Friday, I tried calling her, but she never answered. Feeling something was off I called her mom. She answers, "Do you know where she is?!"
I ask her what happened. She tells me that they had a big fight and that she ran out of the house.
I remember approaching The Tree, the flashing lights, the sirens of the ambulance...
Today I visisted The Tree. Our Tree. The Tree where it all began. The Tree where it all ended.
~ The end
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The Tree
Historia CortaThis is just a short story I wrote for school and wanted to share with people :) Warning: This does talk about death, but in a subtle way and not an outright in your face type of way. Hope you enjoy.
