The Tormented Mind

There was something about her, maybe the way she spoke, or the way she laughed. Maybe it was just in her eyes or in her smile, but there was something about her. There was never an inch of sadness on her face, there was nothing but beauty and happiness. Her hair long and blond like hay flew in the wind as she walked towards the ledge. The evening was still and the crickets were loud. But she loved the sound of the crickets. Many seemed to find them bothersome and annoying but she didn’t. The crickets kept her company at night. They kept her away of the fearful thoughts that would sneak up on her when she least expected it. The sounds of the crickets kept her mind busy.

She was now standing on this ledge, looking out at the horizon. Beneath her was the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. She closed her eyes for a moment listening to the sounds. The waves, the crickets, the wind… music to her ears. She opened her eyes and looked out at the dark sky. Stars glistened in the distance. She was in love with the night sky.

The happy girl who stood on the ledge looking out at the sky was not a happy girl. Her mind tortured her with thoughts that would make her cry. But the sky, it soothed her. Being apart of nature was the only thing keeping her happy. Nature is the true meaning of life, she felt connected to it in a way she could never feel connected to anything else.

The night only got darker, and it was time to go back home. Home. Was it really home she was going back to? The sea, the threes, the wilderness that surrounded her was her home, not that small shack where she felt trapped. The beautiful blond girl walked back to the house, where the door was left half-opened. She stepped inside and the sounds of a drunken man’s screams filled the silence. She ignored it. She pretended it didn’t exist, she listened to the crickets.

Inside her room, she laid on her bed with her eyes forced shut. Once she would sleep, she would be brought into a realm of fantasy where she would be safe again. The drunken screams of her father finally ceased but the screams that took over her mind had just begun. Sometimes she didn’t know which was worse.

She awoke the next morning by the sound of her door slamming against the wall. Standing at the entrance was her father half slouching with a bottle in hand. It wasn’t the first time she had been awoken this way, but something about this day was different. The man fell onto his knees and started to cry. The girl, overwhelmed with confusion, stayed sitting on her bed and watched the scene before her. Never had she seen her father cowardly cry in such a way. She did not pity him, nor would she ever give him that satisfaction of pity.

The girl got up from her bed and walked out of the room crossing her father without giving him a second glance.

“Where are you going!” Shouted the father

The girl did not answer.

The man struggled to stand up and stumbled his way to her.

“Where are you going!” He shouted again while grabbing her wrist.

She pushed him off and he fell to the ground unable to get back up.

The girl walked out of the house and outside to the winds blowing stronger than ever before. She let her hair, blonde like hay, blow in every direction. Without turning back or answering her father’s screams that kept on getting louder and louder, she kept on going. She walked into the forest and let the three’s surround her.

She was one with nature now.