"There dead, Evelyn, I am sorry" the doctor said. They are dead, my family is dead. He stared at me waiting for a reaction to his words. The realization that they are dead hit me after several moments of me just standing there. The death of my parents and sister, the only family I had left. I could not deal with this, not them any one but them. I ran down a flight of stairs and threw the door open to leave. I ran to the tree hearing the door slam right behind me. I didn't move frozen in anguish, sitting in front of the tree.
The tree seemed lonesome now; before me and my sister Rebecca would climb all over it. You could always hear the squealing of us all through the house. My parents would come out laughing and scolding us saying we would wake the dead if we kept at it. We would quiet and then we would start laughing again.
The tree was empty now. The tree had no leafs on it, weeds all around it and no other trees surrounded it. The tree looked dead. Death was all I ever heard about. My aunts all had been trialed for witch craft and they all were killed. They were no real witches, we all knew that.
"You are a witch; you have to be all your family is dead but you, you killed them." He panted finally reaching me. "Witch!" He screamed. My neighbors all crowded around screaming "Witch!" This could not happen, I just lost my family.
"Kill her!" Someone screamed. Everyone cheered in agreement.
They got an ax and hit the tree hitting it. And then they grabbed me and pulled me towards the lake. AS I died I could watch the tree die as well.
