I wake up and feel a sticky film across my skin. I rub my eyes just to find I fell asleep in a flower patch.
"When did i get here?" I stood to my feet and sighed. I heard a muffled scream from the neighboring patch. I ran to the other patch and nothing seemed to be there.I hand thrust out of the wildly grown flowers. I stumble back and someone begins to speak, "MARTHA HELP ME!" Grant's face emerges from the sifted soil. His face is bloody and dirty.
"What, what is this?" I scoot back on my butt in a hurry to get away.
"Martha, its me, Grant. Do you know me? Stop trying to get away," I kick dirt in his direction.
"No, you aren't Grant. You aren't the Grant I know," I get up and begin to run, but a rotted hand came up and grabbed my ankle.
"If you wont help me; Im taking you with me," His eyes light up red and his rotted face disappears into the grave. The arm pulls on me and I fall over. I struggle to keep my grip on the soil and I'm pulled under. "Martha wake up..."I wake up in a panicked fit. And I'm sweating. There is warmth surrounding me and I sink into the security.
"You were panicking and I didn't know what to do. You were screaming," I was so busy with the security of his arms that I didn't even bother to see who it was.It was Grant. He sniffled and I realized he was crying. I looked up. The bandage over his eye was bloody once more.
"Stop crying," I said softly, "It was just a nightmare," I wiped the tears from his good eye.
"I, was scared, for you," He pushed the hair out of my face.
"Lets get that bandage changed," I grabbed the wrap next to his bed.
"Where did I fall asleep?" I said as I removed the bandage.
"Well you fell asleep out on the field, but I felt it unsafe for you to be out there. I carried you back in and slept with you in the generals tent.I smiled, "Oh! Your eye is healing nice," I put ointment on the swollen stitched eye.
"Thank you," he said.
"For what?" I wrapped the eye in gauze and tucked in the tail.
"For doing things like this and helping me realize that I'm good for other things than a war general," I had to wipe his eye if tears once again. He moved the hair out of my face and kissed me. I ran my hair through his hair and kissed him back. His lips may have tasted faintly of blood, but I love him and that is all that matters right now.I was woken up by Grant and a quick shove of my clothes I got up and went into the separate changing room.
"I want to be a gunsmith," he said with a buckle of his shoe.
"A gunsmith?" I pulled on my top.
"Yeah! I mean, I know how to dismantle and shoot them and I learned gunsmithing before I became a general. Do you think that would be nice?" I pulled on my overcoat.
"Yeah, I mean, you can do anything with a little elbow grease," I pulled on my pants and buckled the belt tight.
"Thanks, Martha," He grabbed his gun and loaded it up.
"You're welcome," I came out of the corner and picked up a worn boot. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead as I put on my boots. The buckles rattle and clack.
"Alright. Lets go," I pick up my loaded gun (thanks to Grant) and we head out to the battlefield.A bullet whipped by and pierced my ear, just enough to nick the top.
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Sorry! I kept everyone waiting WAY too long. I forgot about the book, then got really busy,and then family came in town! I had ZERO time to write and I had to think of the plot for this chapter (>.<') (>.<') I will try and update more frequently.
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Historical FictionMartha Black is a 1700's American woman. She lives in poverty with the rest of her city in Boston. The Boston Tea Party had just happened and little do they know its nearing war time. Martha's family falls deeper and deeper into poverty. Martha's b...