A Rose, Petals Falling, Dying.
That
was a silly question.
You turned to me and asked me to tell you about a time when I felt lonely in
a crowd.
How do you expect me to choose?
I suppose I could begin at the beginning; that's where everyone else starts...
My name is Jessie. I think that I have a birthday soon when I shall turn seventeen,
but nobody
ever told me when my birthday was, so I cannot tell you precisely. I also have
a very dark secret...
when I was about nine, I killed my father. Yes, you heard right, I killed him.
It was an accident,
I slipped! It's true, I swear! I knew I was never allowed to touch the gun,
but I was curious,
and my father walked in, surprised me... and I slipped. I never meant to pull
the trigger!
Of course I ran away, before my mother could come home. I still wonder what
she did when she
found him... but there is one thing that I believe, even to this day... For
every life taken there is
a life gained.
I had barely run for an hour before I saw the young boy. From what I could see,
he
was about my age, but I could barely see anything of him, because he was drowning
in a lake.
Swimming was one of the only things I was good at then, and I dived in and pulled
him to shore.
He was rich, I could tell by his clothes, but I said nothing as he explained
to me that he was running
away from his family because they were trying to make him a gentleman. I carefully
skirted around
the real reason why I was running away, and he never questioned me any further.
We continued on
together, James and I. A month of living rough in the woodlands can really help
people bond, and
soon we were inseparable.