"Why? Why do people kill? It doesn't make any sense!" A girl about 13 stood alone in a gravyard, tears streaming down her dirt-stained face. She quietly traced the markings on the grave "Why?" Her voice was barley a whisper. "Why did this have to happen?" The grave she traced was not alone. A field in the middle of nowhere, 50 graves stood. The graves of her town. There had been to many people to make individuel graves. So, she had buried them by families. The grave she traced was her family's own. Fresh tears streamed down her face as she recalled the horrible memory:
A young girl walked along the streets of a busy, happy town. It wasn't very small, but everybody knew each other. The girl had Violet hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her hair was tied up in buns. Suddenly, a group of outcasts showed up. She ran. She hid in a hole often used to escape chores by the youth of the town. Then she heard it. The shooting. After what seemed like ages, she crawled out of the hole. It was horrible. The outcasts had left, but what a scene they left. Everybody was dead, except for a friend of hers. A young man who had shown her the hole. She wandered the streets with him until they reached her house. She opened the door. Dead. They were all dead! She broke down crying.
She was crying now. Then, the young man came over and placed his coat on her shoulders. "Setsuna. I have to leave. Yopu should to." He whispered, leading her away from the graves. She just nodded. "I will go. To a whole new life, where I can forget this one."
So, after going their seperate ways, Setsuna left to a whole new world Gaia.
 Faith-Hoping-Love · Sat Apr 02, 2005 @ 02:54am · 3 Comments |
