the hanging tree :: n.h [ #wattys2015 ]

the hanging tree

niall

In the distance I seen a large tree and a small, thin figure pacing around it. I knew who it was. It could only be one person, Grace.

I walked faster towards the tall tree, soon I was going to be able to see the most beautiful girl in the world. she hasn't noticed I was standing at the end of the hill. I watched as she went to one specific side of the tree with a loop figure tied to it. I walked closer knowing that the loop figure was a rope.

She was actually going to do this. My heart raced faster as she stepped closer to the rope. I was now running fairly fast towards the tree. I watched Grace grab onto the rope hesitating as she wiped her face with her sleeve.

"Grace, no!" I sprinted as fast as I could to the petite brunette. Hearing my scream must have scared her because she backed away from the rope. She looked around her wondering where my scream came from.

I was now right in front of her. Both of our hearts were racing fast.

"what are you doing here?" I asked Grace, my eyes grew glassy.

"what do you think i'm doing here?" she snapped, tears rolling freely down her face. "it's called the hanging tree for a reason, moron."