Most people would a look at a scene and judge it: whereas the other people would look at it and observe. This day those people where in for a shock, that day if you bothered to look. In the clearing home to just a few trees and lots of sunlight stood a tall, slim girl dressed in slightly crumpled black work skirt and a loose white blouse. The sun was streaming though as the turned around gazing at everything while silent tears slid down her cheeks. Breaking her peaceful daze sometimes she would glance down at her bulging pocket her expression changing into a much more troubled one.
A few feet away stood two children on either side of their mother, both were intent on watching the strange young woman while there mother was paying no attention, just chatting away on her phone.
“Birds, sky, sunny, green, beautiful, broken branch, ripped out roots, destroyed, dead leaves, dead things, wrong world, difficult, lost, helpless and gone.”
She then reached into her pocket her hands shaking tremendously, and pulled out a black object; a gun. She slowly raised it, her silent tears no longer silent and much harder. The birds stopped singing, even the sun paused its shining; everything was waiting for what happens next.
“Maybe not, maybe different but not anymore; changed, brutal, careless, blinded, hidden and love. Those are the reasons why”
When the gun reached her head, the siblings linked hand’s, for they knew deep down inside what was coming next.
“Bang!” and she was down.
YOU ARE READING
Paying for your fate
Teen FictionMy name is Emma Dowling and this is the story about my life up until I ended it with a bang and two children being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
