Almighty Lycan.

Emotional Growth

The month was June

The smoky sun, our fatal run It ended too soon With tears as proof, 'cause all the carpets stained with juice, Blood on my shoes and you know love is blind, I can see it in your eyes . 

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It has been one full week of me staying with my grandmother, and before I knew it I had already gotten used to waking up before the Sun was in the sky.

I went down to the kitchen every morning and allowed myself a hefty breakfast before I would head straight to that tree stump and start cutting up wood with ease. Lacosta, I mean my Grandmother, would sit on her rocking chair located on her porch and watch me leisurely. She would knit using all kinds of colored yarn, and that's all I ever saw her do for fun.

She would prepare sandwiches for me along with salad for lunch, and bring me plenty of water while I was outside sweating like a whore in church. For dinner we would have meat and greens. She was really putting me to work while I was here. A large part of me was thankful for the distraction and safe have. A small part of me was in pure agony because of how long it had been since I had last seen Ace.

 This morning seemed to be different from the rest. After I had my breakfast, my grandmother stopped me from going outside.

"Not today Lindsay, I have something else prepared for you today." She explained to me. I nodded to her without saying a word, and she gestured for me to follow her outside.

We walked for a little bit until we got to a very tall tree with oranges growing from one half, and apples growing from the other.

"How did you do this?" I asked her in awe.

She smiled at me. "I simply planted both the seeds together and prayed over it everyday for three years straight."

My jaw dropped. Did she really just describe that as simple. Once I gathered my senses and shut my mouth, I looked at her again. "Okay so what is it you want me to do?"

"Well I want you to take the basket that's sitting behind the tree, and fill it up with both apples and oranges."

Simple enough. Wait a minute... "How the hell do you expect me to climb all the way up this tree to get to the fruit?"

She chuckled darkly at me. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out." She walked away after saying this, and headed back to the comfort of her rocking chair and knitting set.

I stood there for a good twenty minutes staring at the tree and silently cursing whatever God or Goddess was up there laughing at my expense.

"Screw it." I muttered before I jumped on the tree as high as I could and started to slowly climb up the tree. Not even one movement later, I was sliding down the tree slowly. 

I tried again, but that time, I didn't even get to make a single movement. I was breathing hard already, but it was mostly from frustration.

"Stupid ass tree!" I yelled in anger. I threw my body at it again and again. I fell to the ground again and again.

My butt was starting to get sore when I decided to try to take it slowly. I walked up to the tree and dug my hands into it where there were holes already there. I tried to lift myself up, and I stuck my feet onto the tree in order to boost myself up higher and to release some of the pressure off of my scrawny arms.

Surprisingly this works and I make it a great distance up the enormous tree. But as I go to take another step with my left foot, it slips and the next thing I know, my back is hitting the ground with an impact that knocks all the air out of my body.