..I grew up in a small town called Geredelli. I'm sure there was a world outside of Geredelli, but it didn't matter. My world was here, and it was here now. My sister would always take me to the little pond outside the town called Lake Kelly's. No one knew about it except for the privledged few. I was one of those privledged few.
My sister didn't even give me a chance to wake up before pulling me out the doors of our victorian style home. I had to slip on my knickers as we were running. Knickers were the only thing I had to time to grab hold of. We ran through the forest. Ran til our heart's content. The wind bristling through my hair. The scent intoxicating my brain. It was wonderful. I could have called it heaven. But there was more in store for me.
My sister stopped running. So did I. She let go of my hand. It was slightly red from the firm grasp that Jenna had on it. Her face was expressionless. I saw what she was looking at.
An old man laid on the ground. Breathing heavily. He looked like he had been there for days. His breathing was unsteady, but it was made apparent. He was dying. I looked at Jenna. "Jenna. Jenna, why did you bring me here?" I asked her. No response. A tear came down the side of her cheek. Slowly, she walked up to the old man.
"God has a plan," the old man groggily said, "God has a plan and he has one for you." Jenna bent over and picked up a large branch, nearly half her size alone. Jenna hit him. The man screamed loudly, in agonizing pain. Jenna kept hitting him and hitting him. She couldn't stop. Blood spattered onto her new sundress.
Finally, she stopped. The old man was dead. Jenna turned around and looked at me. "I love you." she said. I loved her too. i still do. But I wish I can actually say it.
