Descriptive Writing, Story Ideas

The Lost Village

There she was, standing on the old wooden bridge. The bridge that connected the outside world with her village. The village laid surrounded on a hill, it used to be beautiful. But now, now it was just a place full of bad memories and there was no one to blame but herself. She just knew everyone would be better off without her. People got hurt because of her, people died because of her. Because they all believed she would be the one. The one that would finally free the village from them.

If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was she was no leader. She was no leader at all, she was a bad influence and after tonight that was one thing she was absolutely certain about.

So therefore she made a decision, yeah the alcohol flowing through every blood cell might have had an effect on her decision. Either why it was the final decision and one that would harm no one else.

As she was looking around, she took another sip of the deceiving clear looking drink. One might think it was water, but as soon as you put the bottle on your lips, the burning sensation would follow quickly and made you dizzy in an instance. Then you knew it for sure wasn't water, but maybe you could have guessed it by its smell. The heavy mint smell was so intoxicating it could only be alcohol. After the feast had started and she saw the bottle, she immediately drank almost half of it.

Alone she walked towards were she was standing now, taking in the surroundings of her childhood's favourite memories.

The waterfall in the distance used to sing a melodic song with every drop that clattered on the rocks or the flowing river beneath it, all in harmony and all in one rhythm. It brought her back to the times were she still was innocent, playing with her best friend Don while jumping on the rocks beneath the waterfall. The path of rocks were slippery every time because the water fell on it. So they made a competition to not fall and who could be quickest on the other island. It was a smaller island, full of magical flowers, animals and other things that were now gone. They spent a lot of time there and they fantasized about everything that they wanted to be. Most of the time she was the one falling though and had to do everything he'd said.

'Ha, who would've thought it would end this badly?' she said, while taking another sip and ignoring the burning feeling in her throat. She blinked away a few tears as she stared in the distance again. The magical purple glow from the sunset was the only thing illuminating her environment right now. It was the only thing unharmed after everything that'd happened.

Slowly, but carefully she put one foot on the railing. Steadying her balance with the bottle of alcohol. Swiftly, the second one followed and she regained her balance. The railing was bigger than she initially thought it would be. Once standing straight, she looked forward again. Group of birds in the distance flying away from her, the music from the village was diffused by the laughter and clapping. They were celebrating todays victory even with all the losses. Her people weren't hers anymore, no they've made that pretty clear and soon they would choose another to be a better leader, probably her brother. She just wish she could've made her father proud and be like him, if she joined the other side he would be ashamed of her. What else could she do? No one believed in her anymore and they were right. Nothing to fix this time.

'I'm sorry dad. I know you must be disappointed. You and mom both, but it's just all too much. I know I was born to be a leader one day, but I've always been different. People always saw me as the outsider, after today they've been proven right.' she said, not blinking the tears away anymore but letting them flow freely on her check and finally the molecules became one with the wild river underneath her. She carefully looked down and saw the water was hurdling like an army of thousand horses. As If it was protecting the nature with all its might. Maybe it would protect her now. All she had to do was finish what she'd now started as a thought. She looked at the river one last time and swallowed heavily as she listened to the clatter of the waves on the rocks beneath her. She most likely would not survive this. Then again, who cared? Who still cared about her? She lifted up her left foot first, still hesitating. What was holding her back?