Daisy's Gone A Little Crazy

Note Worthy

Haha, sucker. You thought that this was going to be boring. Boring old Daisy and her boring old life. Too bad, because you're wrong. Here we go, into the now interesting life of Daisy.

She had been laying on her bed for hours, not a single movement came from her body. Daisy had decided that even showering was useless; She would just have to shower again in the morning before school. So there she lay, making her bed damp with lake water and seaweed smell.

Daisy wasn't someone to interfere with others. She liked to stay out of things, to be a bystander. Daisy simply liked to watch. Signing up for the school play was the first invasive move she had made. Daisy now realized what invading did to a life. Going off script caused her to be pushed into the lake. The moment of tipping over the railing played on repeat over and over in her mind. She watched, again and again as her oversized black sweater lifted with the wind. She watched her small feet fling atop her head. She replayed this scene over and again; Until something changed.

Daisy's point of view changed from her own to another's. Instead of seeing her feet lift off the wood and the sky appear above her face, she saw herself as a whole. She saw the scene unfold from afar and slightly above. Daisy replayed this new scene in her head. She wanted to find out who had seen her fall and not helped.

Over and over, she watched from what she had concluded as the treetops. Somebody had been sitting in the trees just at the entrance to the bridge. Somebody she had seen before, yet she did not recognize them. They were clearly there, watching this happen. It still confused Daisy though. How had they been right in her path without being noticed? Daisy rewatched her new scene and found that, as she walked home from school that day, she certainly must have walked right underneath them.

Daisy's question isn't who had pushed her, not anymore. Daisy's new question is: Who is the person hiding in the trees?