"You will run through a patch of wild flowers, screaming"
She told me this in whispers that with the cool, making my ears tingle in her icy melody.
Who was she how could she come here and share my future? how dare she even know my future.
She towered above me a glazing pale shadow. Even in the darkness I could still see her shocking aqua eyes glaring at me, the moon light still reflecting off her waxy, fire red hair.
"Why" I asked her, not fully wanting to know the answer.
" Because you will find life a dead end, a bleak hole, and you will feel there is only one way out."
And then she left, faded in quick obliviousness leaving me standing on the glossy floors, perplexed.
FIVE YEARS LATER
Ringing, forever ringing. A constant drawl of tension. It is all I feel it, it is all I see.
The garden is dark, I could not see it's cheerful colors.
Yet I could see the pointed edge of the knife gleaming, tempting,
Raising it I felt and under stood what I must do.
There she was, again, wise, knowing and beautiful,
The ringing ended
