The wind blew in the fall air around me, creating little figures with the leaves that followed. My favorite season was upon us, and I couldn't be anymore happy. I walked these woods that are family to me everyday and I wondered, why couldn't I be apart of this wonderful scenery? My life at home was quite troubling. But I had maybe a couple of friends. I was quite and kept to my self, I preferred to be outside, with nature, with my self. It wasn't that I was recluse, I just wanted lots of alone time. I ran my hand along the tall stalks of weeds out In the field; I stopped and stood there
I looked down at something strange that was decaying into the earth. Squatting my body to the ground, I examined it. It was a bird. A small little bird, a bird that must have died soon after it left home. The remaining brown feathers were slowly rotting away with the flesh and blood of the bird. I was unsure of was kind it was, but the thought if leaving it's precious remains behind made my heart ache. Despite how disgusting it may be I picked it up. The bones and feathers and rotting flesh was in my hands. The beak was cracked and the legs were unusually twisted. Its wings were open and one was bent back, showing a bone.
I carried it in my caring hands to my cottage about a mile away. I was extremely careful with it's body, almost as if it was still alive, just injured. When I reached the cottage I looked around. I saw the blue-like oak tree that was a couple feet away from my home, and I went to it. I laid down the bird and stepped back to look. I thought It was the perfect place for the proper burial of the bird. When the wind blew again, I looked in its direction. It pointed my vision to my own little patch of flowers, lilies to be exact. They were gorgeous, perfect for the bird. I picked the yellow-like things and headed back over to the bird. I placed them carefully under the bird, then around it.
I felt satisfied with my work, so I went back inside. I washed my hands off and then went back up stairs to my room. I sat in my bay window and watched the bird. Then I watched the flowers in my mothers garden. They were wilted and turning brown, kind of like the bird. They reminded me of rust. After dinner with my mother and two older brothers and my mother boyfriend, I prepared for bed. I took one more look at the bird and my flowers than I went to bed. I awakened early and went down stairs for breakfast. The eldest brother, Sam, cooked it. My older then me, but younger than Sam, brother, Johnny later arrived.
When I asked for mom all he said was, "With her boyfriend, where else?" A lot of time Sam was out with his fiancé, Meredith. She was about 2 months pregnant. Johnny was dating a girl, Ivanna, which I'm sure about to be engaged to. Sam was 23 and Johnny was 21. I was only 19. Not only that, but I was quite small like my mother. My brothers on the other hand were tall and lean and muscular. I bonded a lot with them. The women they were both with loved me. I quickly ate and went back outside. I made sure to grab Sam's jacket, since I was wearing my thin strapped white dress. I also put on his old dirty boots. As I did I heard Sam laugh and I turned from the half opened door and laughed back at him.
He called after me when I was off the porch and said, "Don't go too far now, ha I don't want you getting lost sis." I nodded and ventured into the trees. Sam smiled and shook his head at me.
"Were did Ella run off to?" Sam turned to Johnny and smiled.
"Out In them woods like always," he said. Johnny laughed, knowing of my love for nature. Like Sam told me I didn't go as far. But just when I was about to head home after thirty some minutes I saw something. Flowers. I got closer and saw that they were not only flowers, but dead flowers. I not only saw that, but the familiar rust-like brown color again. When I retrieved the bird and seem those one dead flowers, those weren't the first time.
Sam and I were out one day, out in the woods. He was giving me a piggy back ride, he was running fast and bouncing me. It now reminds me of when we were little. We stopped a while later; we laid side by side in the field. Then Sam got up and picked some old flowers. I sat up and watched his back. He then put them in my hair, all while telling me of when he did the same when I was smaller. A few days later the flowers then got rusted like. The once beautiful flower crown died and looked like it was rust crusted.
I reached the house and found my mother arguing with her boyfriend, Adam. Sam left me a note saying he would be back soon. Johnny was upstairs, attempting to sleep. Mother saw me and asked where I had been.
"Walking," I said. She sighed at me. But I ignored her and went inside. I was sitting at the table when Adam came inside, gripping mothers arm behind him. It got worse, so bad that he started to smack her. I quickly rushed from the chair and went to go get Johnny. But I was yanked by my hair backwards.
"Where you going?" Was all he said. Mother screamed for him to stop but he gave her once good shove and then she stayed in the floor, crying. I squirmed and wiggled around, but then he begun to drag me into the woods by my hair. He stopped and threw me down. I shook my head no as I saw him unbuckling his belt. I tried crawling away, but he grabbed my ankles and drug me back to him. He started to pull my dress up and I screamed before he covered my mouth.
"Momma?" Johnny came down the stirs after the ruckus. He saw mother crying and rushed to her. She told him of me and Adam. He rushed threw the door and ran right into Sam. He and Sam went into the woods after me.
"Ella!" Sam yelled. "Ella, Ella!" I heard his calls and then before Adam could pull my underwear down I bit the hand that was covering my mouth. He hollered and I pushed him from me. I crawled around, crying and trying to get up. I did, and I ran as fast as I could. As I was trying to cross a river, Adam then caught up to me and tackled me. We both dove into the water; he grabbed me and held me under the rushing water. I resisted and kicked but my lung begged for hair. I let out a scream and clenched my eyes shut.
Sam eventually found us and grabbed Adam by his shirt away from me. He turned my head out of the water and carried me out. Johnny was doing whatever to Adam while Sam tried CPR on me.
"Please wake up, please wake up Ella," he whispered under his breath. My eyes were closed and I was no longer breathing. Sam cried on my chest and held me. I was just like the flowers. I was beautiful now, like the flowers, and then I would be rotting away, like the flowers. I could then be apart of nature and the wonderful world now. I was slowly becoming like the flowers that had rust on them.