The long grass around me waves slightly in the wind. I imagine that from above it looks like rippling water, but laying in it they just looked like stalks of grass swaying in the wind. The sun beat down with force causing the air to blur slightly in places. I’m in a meadow. There aren’t any houses for miles; nobody would know I’m here. That’s why I am where I am. Despite the heat emanating from the glowing orb in the sky, I’m cold; so very cold. I want to move, but I can’t. My arms and legs are tingling slightly now and they feel stiff. My heartbeat isn’t audible anymore.
My blood pools around me now. It doesn’t hurt-the gash in my head. It’s almost like it’s not there. I can’t remember much though, just his face and how I got here. He had snuck into where I was sleeping, my room maybe, and set off the alarm. It was really loud, but he didn’t care. He had a bag, filled with our jewels I assumed, and he told me not to talk. He had me stand up and go downstairs. He stayed in my room.
“Sara! Go back to bed!” a man with a knife said. I think he was my dad. He looked around. How had the man gotten all our stuff before my dad came out?
“What’s wrong?” I had asked. He didn’t answer until he had looked in all the rooms. I stayed on the bottom step.
“Is someone in your room?” my dad whispered. My eyes widened. How had he known? I nodded my head up and down furiously. The man said if I told he would kill me. I didn’t think he really would. I’m only ten! My dad pushed past me and made me stay on the step. I was scared, but my dad could take him right?
“I told you not to tell him,” came his voice from behind me. His clammy hand slipped over my mouth. I don’t think he wanted to kill me, just get me for a ransom. But that isn’t what happened. I kicked him in the groin as hard as I could and he shoved me forward. I lost my footing and fell forward. My forehead hit the step and rebounded. My vision went black. It came back a few moments later. It was clearer than it had ever been. It wasn’t like I was in my body though, I felt like someone else. Someone older and wiser. I was dead. He took me to a meadow, where I am now. Nobody comes to look for me here, and I’m afraid that my soul won’t leave my body until someone finds me, and it better be soon.
It’s been days now, and I hear footsteps. They echo loud and clear. There must be a ton of people. Maybe a search party? Yes, they are talking about finding me.
“Sara.”
My name is said everywhere. Yelled, whispered, talked casually about. They want to find me alive.
“Sara.”
The voice of my dad.
Dad.
I try to call to him with my mind, I know I can’t talk but he was my dad, maybe I can call out to him.
“Sara!”
His footsteps stop.
“Sara.”
It’s just a whisper now. His steps are getting louder. He’s running.
I can see his face. It’s white. He hugs me. I’m caked in dirt and dry mud but he’s holding me tight and screaming other people’s names. My mom, I recognize her face, is in view now. She hugs me too. Everyone is crying.
Suddenly I’m watching from above. I see people walking through the tall grass, which does look like waves, towards my body. Everyone is either crying softly or just keeping their gaze down. My mom and dads cries are heard loudly though. I know I’m going to be in a better place though. I hate to leave, but I know I must. My mom stops. She looks at me, not my body but my spirit.
How does she know? I look down.
Oh.
My feet are dropping away. They form into lilacs, my favorite flower. The rest of my body is dropping away slowly. I sigh in relief and let the flowers fall.
