In god we Trust

Mr heart throb arrives

The fire in front of me was bright red and orange going higher than my head. I watched two men bring over some stuffed looking fake people that were hanging by a string around their neck. The stuffed dolls had on revolutionary uniforms for the American side they burned right in the middle of the fire. I heard everyone around me erupt into cheering chanting for more burning of the dolls.

*How can these people hold so much hate for those that are fighting for their freedom?*

I stood there listening to everyone cheer and laugh enjoying themselves for the night. My eyes went from group to group watching everyone and remembering flash backs to other parties. Being at a campfire with my family laughing about a dumb joke my dad said while we roasted marshmallows. Another time we were in the backyard at home sitting around the fire pit relaxing after a long week at work/school enjoying some dinner and the cool air. Trying to focus again on what is in front of me I didn't realize that I had started to cry.

Gathering my dress in both my hands I quickly made my way back towards the house. I did not want to remember that I was possibly trapped in this time during this era of war and disease, being far away from my family, my parents never to see them again. It was cold as I kept walking away from the warm fire and out into the night, now the tears were just falling without stopping. The thought of never seeing the only people who care about me in my life gone forever was finally crashing down around me. As I kept walking my breathing kept getting faster and deeper, I knew this as an indication I was having a panic attack. I grabbed onto a nearby tree falling to my knees, I held my hand over my mouth trying to stop the gasps from coming out, but they just would not stop. The tears came down my face fast and hot making my vision blurry and my chest shook hard with the gasps being forced out of my body. Everything around me was falling apart so I just let it out, letting my hand drop I started screaming into the night with small gasps here and there coming up.

I was there for probably a good while when I heard footsteps approaching me from the right. I figured it was one of the towns people and did not pay them any mind. Let them see me broken I didn't care anymore so I just kept crying leaning on the tree and holding my arm to my side. My body shook as the tears kept coming the grip on my arm got tighter I could tell that I bruised it for a good while. I was about to just lay on the ground when I heard a voice in the distance, or was it in front of me.

*What?*

"Hey!"

I just kept starring at the ground, crying and shaking from my now hiccups not once looking up.

"Hey!"

*If I just ignore them, they will go away and pretend I don't exist like everyone else.*

"You can ignore me a ya want, but I aint leaving until the pretty lady smiles."

*Just keep your head down and let it pass like this*

Before I could turn away from the voice I felt hands grab both my forearms forcing me to turn and face the voice in front of me. One hand let go for a split second to grab my chin and make me actually look the (man?) in the face with my tear stained eyes.

"Now, is the pretty lady going to tell me why on earth she is out by the edge of the river, in the woods, with no coat or anything on to keep her warm?"

Taking a good long look at the man in front of me I realized one of two things, one I was in the middle of the woods next to water on the left side of me and two this is Caleb Brewster that was sitting in front of me. Taking a moment to just stare at the man I tried to calm my voice a little before working up the courage to speak.

"I was- um- I was trying to get back to the house- Mr. Wood- Richard Woodhulls home up the road."

"Wait, you are staying at woody boys old house with his father? Are you sexing the man up?"