The wind is quiet and mellow, like a giant’s easy sigh. You sit down on the yellowing grass and examine the beautiful piece of nature, clothed in candy yellow and velvety black.
I want a closer look at you. I take a few steps forward and C r a c k goes a twig. You look up frantically, like the little twig could actually want to harm you. A quiet, tiny, insignificant thing like that? He would never think of touching your beauty. I take another few steps and C r u n c h go the leaves under my feet. You are getting suspicious. Suspicious? Why? I would never hurt you. Not you, hurting you would be a waste of beauty, of passion, of love. I decide to wait a little longer, though my body tells me to run out of my camouflage and capture you back to the warm, sweet bed I prepared for you. But I wait. And I wait. Until you are done with your nature, and you stand. Until you walk slowly and gracefully through the wild grass. And I walk a few steps forward and C r a c k goes another twig. You jump a little. Why are you so scared? I would not touch a little, fragile thing like you. One look at your porcelain face and I would give you the world. You turn quickly and walk to your car, faster than I have ever seen you walk before. You look one last time behind you, like a person is standing in the woods, about to jump out on you. But I would never do that. I could never hurt you. You step in your car and stick your key in the ignition. Do not worry, little one. I have taken your battery. Now you may stay with me forever. There is a puzzled look on your face when your car does not turn on right away. I smile. Where do you have to go? I am right here. You slide your phone out of your expensive purse and dial your father’s number. Why try calling? There’s no reception in the silent stillness of the forest. You look panicked. May I help you? I walk towards your car and C r u n c h c r a c k r u s t l e . Why do you look at me that way? Why do you think I would hurt you? I walk up to your window. You roll down your window. You ask me for help. You ask if there is a service station near here. I tell you I’ll give you a ride to the gas station down the road. At first you doubt me. But why would I hurt you? You smile. I love that smile, like a burst of fiery sweetness that explodes through my mind, keeping me up late into the night thinking about you. You get out of your car and follow me to my truck. I parked in a side road so you wouldn’t see me. You ask me my name. My name? What IS my name. All I know is your name. Your beautiful, soft-spoken name. The name that rolls off my tongue, the name that, when spoken, brings memories of Christmas morning. But my name? I do not know. I lie. I do not like lying to you, but I have to. Dave, I say. You tell me your name. Wedding bells ring through my mind, and it feels like the sun is shining through me. Elizabeth. So easy, so beautiful. I smile. I love your name. We slip into my car and I start the engine. We chug along down the road, towards the gas station. But I have a surprise for you. I turn onto my street, the street that will soon be your street. You ask where we are going. I say we are taking a short cut. I lie again. I do not like lying. I tell you I need to stop in my house for some money. Will you come with me? You seem frightened at first, but then you follow me. We go in my house. Our house. I close and lock the door behind me, and sit down at the table. You ask why I am not getting money. I no longer need money. I have you. You scream. Why? Why are you screaming? Stop. Please stop. I do not mean to hurt you. The tears fall from your eyes. But why? Elizabeth, I could never hurt you. But you do not believe me. You ram on the door. It does not do you any good. My house is sound proof. You scream over and over. Elizabeth, please. Please stop. Please don’t make me hurt you.
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