Touched By Fire [Anne With An E]

Chapter 2

(A/N there's a 'little women' spoiler in this chapter. If you haven't seen the movie (or you wanna read the book, but haven't watched the movie) I recommend you to skip the paragraph that starts with 'Anne decided to read Little Women')

She kept running and running and running. She needed to get away from that terrible place as fast as possible. The only place where the red head felt comfortable was 'The Lake Of Shining Waters'. That wasn't the real name, the name everybody gave it, it was the name Anne gave to it.

It was a lovely lake with a tree hanging over it. The red headed girl loved it there, she would always climb into the tree and be like a monkey. She would just go wild, but that day it was different. She run to the back of the tree where she kept a notebook and a pen, the items she helt most dear.

Near the tree there was a little hut, Anne and her father build that when Anne was 8 years old. It was Shirley's happy place. She would go there to read or write and then her father would pick her up when it was getting dark again, because Anne was never good at keeping track of time.

Anne didn't had much, just enough for the next week, but after that she needed to hunt or seek some berries or other eatable plant. Lucky for Anne, she'd read a book about surviving in the woods a few months ago. She knew exactly what's to eat or what's poison.

The first thing Anne did when she was at that little house was reading the books that were there; Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Emma and Little Women. It wasn't much, but Anne loved them. It was, with writing, the only thing that kept her from thinking of the fire.

Anne decided to read Little Women, it made her feel less alone in the world. Knowing that that family lost someone they helt dear too, but there was one difference. The March family had each other after what happened to Beth, Anne had no one.

When the red head tried to sleep, the thoughts that popped up in her head were too bad to put in words, too bad to repeat them on paper. It was no wonder Anne couldn't sleep, all she did was cry. But no one could blame her. She was an orphan, her parents were just ripped away from her in one f the worst ways to think of. And then there was that one small thing that kept coming back into her mind: 'You're all alone in this cold, cold world.'