The grass around the giant tree was beginning to die and wilt into an ugly yellow. The leaves were falling slowly, almost silent in the cold October breeze. As each leaf fell to the ground a sprinkle of red and orange seemed to be the only color near where the girl stood.
On the base of the old trunk “K B M” was carved into the wood, a permanent reminder of the lives that once occupied the town. New comers in the town had no idea the impact that was left from that time. A time that seemed so long ago… long ago when life was simple, and even happy. When they were young, shining like the summer that surrounded them. But now, now everything had changed.
The air was colder, harsher. The streets were bleaker, and sleepier. The lives of the people here were now slower and lethargic. The large oak tree that stood secluded from all in the meadow looked as lonely as that girl felt.
She slowly sat down by the tree, leaning against it. Her face was smooth and showed no emotion or thought, but her eyes stabbed through the air, full of pain. Maybe even guilt. In her head sirens were screaming and lights seemed to flash before her eyes. That was the death. And outside of her head there was nothing, no sound, no lights. Nothing.
When people are afraid it’s usually because there’s the possibility of death. Death is thought of as one of the worst things that can happen to you. Yet, people take their own lives as a form of relief. They do so to escape pain and torture…
No, death is not the worst.
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