Tears splashed down the girls face as she sat slumped against the bottom of the stairs. Blood splattered her dress and stained her face. She slowly stood up, gripping hold of the wall to steady herself. She ran a hand through her tangled hair before letting out a loud scream of frustration.
She ran into the kitchen slamming the door behind her, slowly sinking back down to the floor against the cold, wooden panels. Raindrops were heavily dripping down the window as she gazed out into the dark sky.
She slowly stood up once more walking towards the back door. The handle was cold as she turned it, unlocking the door and stepped out. She walked down the garden guided only by the light that was visible from the large house behind her.
Some even said that it was almost like a haunted house.
Within minutes the girl was soaked, no longer able to tell wether they were tears or raindrops dripping down her face. Reaching the end f the garden the girl looked up at the tall willow tree towering over her.
She reached out and grabbed the ropes of the swing, pulling herself up. She stood on the swing as it began to swing back and forwards the wind in her hair the rain against her face. The rain was getting heavier but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. it was all ruined.
She let out another scream of frustration, almost causing her to fall off but she managed to cling on. The wind had grown stronger and louder causing the branches of the tree to creak, thunder sounded in the distance.
The girl started to swing faster, a shiver running down her spine from the cold winds. The girl swing high in the air as lightening struck, the branch cracked splitting in two and the girl fell through the sky, hitting the ground with a scream.
Rain washed over the girls lifeless body, the light from the moon shining eerily down on her.
Hearing the scream a boy, of similar age to the girl, ran around the side of the house to the bottom of the garden. He froze in his tracks as he saw the body, kneeling down next the girl. He bent his head down towards his hands tears streaming down his face, hardly believing what he was saying.
Another figure slowly emerged from the shadows, a tall aged man with dark circles under his eyes. He knelt down next to the girl taking his daughters hand in his own. Knowing that it was too late to save her. Too late to fix everything between them. Too late to apologise for all the horrible things he had ever said or done to her.
Once again knowing that he would never be able to forgive himself.
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The Willow Tree
Teen FictionFifteen years after the death of her Mother, Willow feels more alone than she has ever felt in her life. Her Father never got over the death of his wife and instead turned to alcohol to drown his sorrows. No longer the man he used to be, hating Will...
