![]() MadnessA Story by A.LeeSquirrels darted out of the way as the girl ran through the forest. She threw branches aside, knocking spiders and inchworms off balance as they wondered what was wrong. She was usually such a peaceable girl. Sad, but peaceable. Not today. Today she ran as fast as she could to the clearing, not caring what was in her way. The oaks opened their arms as the girl they’d come to call their own flung herself into the clear open space and buried her face in the lush grass, drenching it with her tears. As if a silent command was given, they spread their thick branches, weaving them into a dark green curtain. They knew she would want to be alone. Their leaves rustled in worried anxiety as they watched her frail body shake, contorting with each gut-wrenching cry. They didn’t know where the girl had come from, but from the day she first wandered into the clearing they taught her everything nature had to offer. They rocked her to sleep in their leafy branches, humming the secrets of the world into her dreams. But as she grew, the child that they knew slowly began to disappear. She no longer danced with the golden butterflies or sang along with the warblers and the finch. She came running to the clearing every night, begging for the comfort that nature brought as her tears turned the warm brown dirt to mud. Today was the worst. The sky darkened as she continued to cry releasing the stories of her life through her tears. Friends who’d loved and abandoned her. A mother who hated everything about her. A boy, handsome, but he didn’t understand. No one understood their girl. As hard as she tried, nothing seemed to work out. They rustled their leaves in discontent. They watched, helplessly, as the rain began to pour. She lifted her face, allowing the angry drops to sting her skin. She wanted to give up. She wanted to allow the only thing that ever comforted her, to take her into its arms forever. She pleaded silently for the rain to wash her away, but it only came crashing down harder. With a shrilling scream, she flung herself into the nearest tree banging her fists against its unrelenting bark. The thunder roared, drowning out her cries. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wouldn’t. Sinking to the ground, she leaned her head against the oak’s hollow trunk. She closed her eyes, allowing the violent rain to pound into her skin as she gave in to the madness that was her life. © 2010 A.LeeAuthor's Note
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Added on April 29, 2010Last Updated on April 30, 2010 Author![]() A.LeeMonroe, GAAboutI am lots of things, but here you'd identify most with the writer and avid reader. I have three beautiful children. The oldest boy, Seth, passed last year after fighting a long battle with cancer. .. more..Writing
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