Georgia's peach

Part 1

There she sat alone, on the vast emerald evergreen hills which seemed to stretch on forever until the soft warm sandy beaches separated the land from the sea. The gentle blues of the sky and sea came to together and bled into one another like and tragically beautiful love story.

Love.

Love was always on her mind like the incessant buzz of a mosquito, creating paranoia and fear mixed with frustration or desperation. But along side this was her desperate grasp for freedom which was inching closer and closer, she still couldn't seem to grasp it no matter how hard she tried. Yet it continually rung off in her head like the relentless blaring of an alarm, getting louder and louder the closer to 19 she gets, making her thoughts have to shout louder and louder for her to able to hear them over it. it's beginning to get too loud and it's becoming the only thing she can hear in her head.

Except for the quiet buzzing of the mosquito. Not loud. somehow. she can still hear it.

Sitting on the hill wearing her hair in a crown of braids and a floral lacy tank top with a little bow, she thought about the idea that maybe there could be love within freedom or that maybe there was freedom in everything if you looked hard enough. She quickly dismissed that thought as she didn't like the idea that her mind could use it as a way to persuade her to settle down. She had enough wars on her mind and had no way to escape them, she was too scared, a coward.

The strong blaring sun, lay delicately like a feather among her soft child-like ivory skin, which shone like glass in the sun due to the sheen of sweat coving her body. Her pretty blond hair manipulated into plaits and tightly wrapped around her head like a hug or a tight headband. Her facial features were young and innocent, with big doe eyes, round red cheeks, soft naturally bigger lips which were candy floss pink. Her eyes were as green as the hills she called home, along her face were soft brown freckles and at either side of her mouth were happy dainty dimples. Despite her soft delicate features, her face had become victim to brazen bruises which suffocated her eye and cheek. Along her soft lips were small rose red cuts from nervously biting, her child-like gentle fingers had come to suffer the same fate. Up and down her body, small scars engraved themselves into her skin as result of her unkowning of love and care.

Around her, innocent white daisies littered these empty loving hills, innocence in the place of danger, something she should know - she had no idea about. Fluffy white clouds lazed around in the delicate blue sky, free, well know, something she longed for.

She often came to these hills to get away, away from the pain and emotional torture of a place supposed to be home, but to her it's a finely, carefully crafted hell. She liked the hills as they gave her a sense of comfort, happiness, peace. most of all freedom layed gently at the very tip of her fingertips, like a prize or a key, all she needed to do was run, run far away from here.
But alas she was too scared, too much of a pussy, she had hopeful dreams of making herself a stable life, something like the American dream but she felt she couldn't do that if she ran away. On top of this she was scared to be in the uncertainty, scared that she would get hurt, or that she couldn't turn back once she went. Instead she stayed at home and slowly let the cruelty and hatred burst mercilessly down the dainty oak door to her heart, and let them break things that can't be replaced because it's all she ever knew, it was familiar to her, home.

Eventually, she decided to call it quits and head back to the trailer she lived in with her sister and the others. Reluctantly she dragged her tired battered body across the hills, picking up daisies on the way in hopes of making daisy chains with her little sister later who was only four. She had been close with her little sisters ever since they were born and found herself having to bring them up by herself due to their parents selfishness and cruelty.

Eventually the long, American style trailers had come into view and the road that run alongside the park.