Abigail Jane

Chapter 4

My eyes drooped, I had been up reading all night and I had only just got to the middle of the book, where I flipped to first. I learned about Abigail and her father. I learned the people in the village looked everywhere for her and even killed innocent indians looking for her.

By the time I stopped reading, I thought I would cry. These people lives were so full of sorrow. I sat there for awhile thinking and contemplating about what happened, and would happen and why I was involved in this and what would happen to me.

The next few days all I did was weed my garden, even if everything kept growing back. I found myself being tired and slipping in and out of a dream like state. I would be in my garden then I would be standing around a clearing in the forest and see a things.

I would see Indains wearing fur, banginig lound lether covered drums and burieing corpses in the mound right wear my house was. I saw a group of native children with the redhead girl of Abigail, or Abby as most people had called her back then in the village.Sometimes in these dreams I was the little girl with red hair.

Sometimes I was her with the native people cooking meat and singing music with wild beats that seemed like the ground speaking itself. They called her Bleeding sun because of her hair seemed like the "Sun gods ray's bleeding down to the earth to give them life" as one elder put it. I felt so happy at these times like all the cares in the world was gone.

At other times I would be in a small house, with few windows and old looking interior .Usually a man be there, helping me little, I would mostly cook and do laundry for myself, or I would be sitting or bringing a morning glory wreath I had made to a lone, crude looking gave at the side of clearing. My dad would not be there and somehow I knew he blamed me for the grave I was visiting.

I started getting confused and at times I forgot who I was. Then sometimes I woke up in places I didn't not remember going. I would wake up from the night crying and not now why. I seemed stuck in this translike life for what seemed like a month, but one day I finally woke up.

There was a wrinkled little hands on my shoulder shouting, an older lady named Glenda Gooding was shaking me. I looked up.

"What are you doing in the graveyard at this time young lady! An aged voice yelled. You are crazy, your whole generation! You woke me up from the only good sleep I've had in years!" And with that she stormed off.

I was extremely confused but then I realized were I was. I let out a gasp I was in the middle of the graveyard in the middle of the night! How would I have gotten there! Then I realized what was happening it was Abigail, she was controlling me! I looked at my hands they were covered in dirt and filth and the sickly sweet smell of freshly cut morning glories lingered in my nose. I looked back at the grave there was a large, hollow, gaping hole right were her grave was. I rushed over to the grave and inside of the hole was an open casket and no one was in it.