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Hey.. So surprise! I'm keeping my promise. , this month's post should have come out, so read up please....
About the post you're reading now, it's one of my rather sad ones, not depressing, but.... Well, if this story had a colour, it would be black and red, with traces of white....

It was a clear, autumn day. The perfect kind, where the light was dim, and yet it was warm enough to enjoy the trickle of melted snow from under the boughs of a tree. The kind where it seemed like nothing could go wrong.. But for a young girl on a cliff somewhere, her life was changing forever...

She was running, panting, her breaths shallow , her feet torn. Her tattered robes, the color of crimson swirled around her in the wind., her raven hair fell onto her face... She remembered running up the same crest of rock before, it seemed so long ago now, only she knew it was just yesterday...
 She remembered the feel of laughter bubbling in her throat, squealing as her father picked her up in his strong arms and twirled her round. Her mother's laughter and protests as she too was enveloped in the hug.She remembered the feeling of her mother's hair as it tickled her face while she lay in her arms, her father's smile and the twinkle in his eye as he presented her with a bouquet of wildflowers.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Now is not the time to think of such things, to have such memories of her parents, she chided herself... Such memories of those who were now gone forever...Her blood chilled as she thought of those behind her, and she quickened her pace...
She thought of how they had left home in the morning, the four of them, listening to little Teddy's chatter. There was to be a picnic in the woods nearby, perhaps a swim in the brook. It was all fine, it was all....normal. She remembered Teddy's desperate face as he pleaded with them to go back to get his neglected rabbit. How her mother had laughingly told him to stay in the car as they headed back. She remembered her father picking blackberries as they walked. And then...
She closed her eyes. And then everything had gone wrong...
 She was scrambling behind the bushes for the few surviving berries when the men had stepped out from behind the trees. They had raised their guns...
Her dress caught on the rocks and her tired legs gave out. She stared at the cut on her legs as the dark crimson crept up the lighter red of her dress. Her vision blurred... Blood, everywhere...
She saw her parents falling to the ground, their shirts stained red. She saw the shock on her Father's face and the unknowing smile on her Mother's... She remembered the amused face peering at her from above as it barked the order "No witnesses"...
She could hear voices behind her now. They were near. She stood up on her trembling legs and limped upwards, although her tired heart knew they would catch up soon, but....but.... She saw the drop ahead of her and her heart fell. The ocean stretched below her, waves crashing against the cliff face... She felt tears fill in her eyes. She thought of all the times she'd tried to make it to the top before, but that felt like some other life, where her family was whole, where laughter was never far away, where her heart was never scarred...
She turned around and saw them climbing up. They were laughing, amused at her desperation and sorrow. Her gut twisted. Her parent's faces flashed through her mind again. Hatred blossomed in her. Her heart beat faster. She would wipe the amusement of their faces and then she would meet her parents on the other side. These monsters would pay...
As she prepared herself, a little white blur dashed  between her legs, spreading warmth through the numbness. A rabbit, she thought dully... Teddy! Little Teddy, with his innocent smile....He had only her, however she had been changed, however she had been scarred, he had only her. She tough of the drop again.. She might be strong enough.. No, she HAD to be strong enough, Teddy had only her...
She turned to her pursuers and smiled slowly. She looked down at the ocean which now seemed reassuring. Whatever happened, whatever changed, the ocean would remain...firm.
She watched the shock on their faces, as holding a little rabbit to her heart for strength, she jumped....

Trust me when I told I've tried to stop this story from living on paper, but whenever I picked up my pen, this story would flow,like it WANTED to be told. It might sound wierd, but I've always thought of anything I write to be a living, breathing being, and who am I to stop anything from living??!!

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