- ~Emotional Story Below
The Oak trees whisper a song and caress my hair as I walk stiffly between them. My basket that swung by my side only minutes before is still in my hand, making it clammy. I want to slow down and turn back, I shouldn't have come today. Instead my feet push harder, moving me faster. Before I know it it'm running, then sprinting. The trees turn blurry around me as I push even faster. Focus, I tell myself. My brain is screaming to turn back but it seems that my feet have lost all connection to my thoughts. I burst through the trees and into the meadow, I notice that I'm not carrying my basket anymore. Then the ground comes at me, and before I know what's happening I''m sprawled in patch of moss thats just starting to sprout tiny white buds. My fall brings me back to reality, and I sit up. I ache all over, especially my feet, how long was I running? Then I realize where I am. I'm about a quarter mile from the creek I loved to play in when I was little. My best friend Lucy and I would come here every sunday afternoon and stay until it was dark. But that was a long time ago. Lucy drowned in that creek, and I haven't been there sense. For some reason, I get up and walk to it. I'm not in a trance anymore, at least I don't think I am. I can see the creek now, it's not flooded like it was when lucy drowned, but the water is still high. I approach it slowly, as if it were a venomous snake that could swallow me if I came to close. Time seemed to slow down, and I had to force myself to breathe. I kneeled by the water, the grass was soft, and I slid off my shoes. I knew I couldn't hold back my grief any longer, so I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my face. I looked into the water and saw a glint of something. I forced my self to look up, and what I saw almost broke my heart. It was Lucy, and yet it wasn't her. It was her eyes, her face, her shape, and yet it wasn't. and then I knew why it wasn't, it was because Lucy was made of water. The next thing I knew she was reaching for me. A tear ran down my cheek. "I want you back" I sad, my voice was nearly a whisper, and cracked with tears in my throat. "I will always be here." The voice came from the wind, not even a voice, maybe just the leaves rustling, but I heard it. I reached my hand for hers, and I saw the tears in her eyes too. I set my hands on top of hers and felt her touch, it was the innocent touch of a child. "I want you back" I croaked again, the tears streaming down my cheeks. "I want you back." and then she was gone as if in the wind, she just melted away....
I would like some critique if you guys have any
