Aurora

Final drawing

My fully loaded backpack bounced against my back to the rhythm of my feet crumpling leaves. I don't think you realize just how hard it is until someone takes your hand and walks with you.. I then realize how alone and lonely I now am and how all burdens are heavier... when walking alone. Aurora isn't skipping beside me yet I hear the pitter patter of her feet all round. My legs started to ache as I came up on a cliff edge. I sat down on the freezing stone and unpacked my bag. All I had left was two and half bottles of clear water, the remaining four strawberries and the drawing book. I fetched out the book and turned the first page, in the corners of the crinkled page were still her muddy fingerprints. There was a chunk of coal sunbathing under the empowering sunset near my knee, I picked up the coal to see if it could work as a pen and turned to a clean page. But something stopped me in my tracks. Alongside the drawing I did when mum locked me captive in my room was a disproportionate stick-girl with curly blonde hair holding my hand, it was Aurora. This was the last thing she drew, my eye started to flood again with one tear landing onto us holding hands but the sunset dried it in no time. As I hung my head over the cliff edge I came to realise I was on a mountain, rocks were hanging on by a thread and Eagles were soaring to and from their nests. When I glanced up the wide landscape was fifty percent filled with healthy trees and the other fifty with various animals frolicking in the blaze. I glimpsed behind me where my stretched shadow was pointing to my past, and even though it's been gloomy and dark, it's never gonna leave me. So I've gotta get used to it.