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Sorrow By jannah wilcox
Prologue It was a bright and sunny day. Nothing out of the ordinary, just beautiful. Almost everyday is like that in the tiny town. Linsey sat in the lovely green meadow wither her brother, Nigel, both eating the picnic that their mother had prepared for them- peanut butter sandwiches, apples, salad, a soda.Linsey was a beautiful little girl. Her golden hair shined in the sun all while the wind gently blew on it. Her bright green eyes almost matched the color of the meadow. Her rosy cheeks were like teh sun, gentle and beautiful. She was so careful with everything, her slender arms moving along with her perfectly as she moved to take a bite of her sandwich. When she was finished, she stood up and walked around their picnic area, every little step so graceful. How could something so young be so beautiful, for Linsey was only eight years old? Eleven year old Nigel wasn’t like Linsey. His hair was a darker color and he had freckles that covered his face. His slender body moved like he was nervous, although there was really nothing to be nervous about. He was four inches taller than Linsey, who was 4’ 1”. He was just as beautiful as Linsey, just different.As soon as Nigel finished, he stood up and walked passed Linsey, now waiting for her to follow. “Where are we going?” Linsey asked. “Just follow me.” Replied Nigel as he started wandering off. “What about the picnic stuff? ”“We’ll be back, don’t worry.” They had been walking for ten minutes until they reached a hill with a brick wall sitting at the top. The brick wall had some stones missing from it, like other people had pulled them out so they can climb up and get over it. It was tall enough so that you couldn’t see over it, until you reached the top. Nigel walked up the hill so that he could get to the brick wall. “Ma said that we weren’t supposed to go to the other side!” Linsey hissed once Nigel got to the brick wall. “Well, Ma isn’t here, now is she?” Nigel put his hands on the wall, ready to climb. “Don’t do it Nigel. You know how Ma said the people there aren’t like us,” Linsey said. “I got a bad feeling about this.” “You don’t have to worry, Linsey. You don’t have to come wih me if you don’t want to. I just want to see what it’s like out there, I’m sick of this place. I’ll be back in five minutes though.” “Promise?” “Promise.” So Nigel left. Linsey leaned up against the wall, waiting for Nigel’s return. She didn’t want to leave for she loved her brother so dearly. Six minutes passed and Nigel hadn’t returned. Linsey just thought that he might be a few minutes late, so she waited longer.Two more minutes passed. Another minute. Where is he? she thought. Where can Nigel be? Ma is going to get worried. Linsey decided that she wanted to leave, but she couldn’t go home without Nigel. She wouldn’t be able to come up with an excuse in anytime, including the fact their her mother had said to stick with Nigel, no matter what. Fifteen more minutes passed and Linsey finaly heard footsteps coming. Good, he’s back, she thought, but the footsteps didn’t sound like Nigel’s. It was too heavy and manly for it to be his and the breathing was unsteady and uneven, like he had been walking for hours. But still, Linsey waited for her brother’s return. So she sat up against the wall, waiting.There was a groaning noise, nothing like Nigel. The groaning noise got louder, like something heavy was being lifted. Linsey heard a loud thump next to her. She turned her head to see what it was. She was left in shock. Too scared to scream, too sad to cry. She couldn’t move because of the site she saw. There it was, scratched, bruised. Dead. She waited to move until the heavy footsteps went away. When it was finally gone, Linsey let out the first tear of many. Nigel was dead.She ran all the way home, crying. Once she got to the doorway, there was Ma, waiting. “Oh, Honey! Why are you crying?” the mother asked, once she saw Linsey’s tears. “And where is Nigel?” Linsey’s tears turned into large sobs. Nigel. “Did he get lost in the forest again?” “N. . . n. . . no.” Linsey could barely talk. She was crying so much that she could scarcely make out the words. It was hard for her to calm down. “Then where is he?” “Gone,” she whispered. “Where did he go?” “He’s gone.” She hated that word. “I know that, Honey, but where did he go?” Ma was getting impatient. “To the other side. He was here but now he’s not! He’s gone, gone, GONE! And now. . . his body is by the big wall.” Linsey sobbed some more as she ran to her room. The funeral of Nigel Rusky was horrible. Horrible and sad. The people there didn’t even know Nigel the way Linsey did. That made her mad. She noticed that the people didn’t really care. As she walked away, she made her last glimpse of the gravestone. Nigel Seymor Rusky. October 7, 1984- July 26, 1995.
