Lost

Chapter 5

               5/16/13

"Ruth! Please, no!" I shouted as she put one foot in front if the other and walked off of the edge, "This is all my fault! Please, I love you Ruth!" I said sobbing as I was too far away to grab her.

I went to our home and layed in bed listening to sad music, like Creep by Radiohead, The Nobodies by Marilyn Manson, and much more just to stop focusing on Ruth. I still to this day have no idea why she jumped. Was it my fault? I'll never know. I would do anything to go back to the days where I could see her smile with those adorable dimples on the apples of her cheeks.

My Ruth loved making things. We lived by a bunch of trees with a mix of different kinds. There was one tree that stood out to us both. It was a big Willow tree that had been struck by lighning and knocked down. She had surprised me one day by carving a man out of the fallen log.

Ruth was special. She had the power of life. She could do wonders that nobody else could do, nobody. She kept her power a secret so that nobody would abuse it, she was smart. I always wondered how she could be so smart without going somewhere or education, like a school.

Seeing Ruth's lifeless body on the ground sure did break my heart, so I resorted to something else . I made a mistake, and that was lifting the bottom of the bottle up and the vodka made its way out of the bottle, into my mouth, and then you kinda get the point. I was an alcoholic for years.