Lightning flashes
Raindrops spilling down my face like tears
My ears ringing loud enough to drown out the rumbles and roars of the storm
The handle, clenched in my fist, sticky from sweat and salty water
The blade, almost aflame with friction, moving back and forth
Back and forth
Hacking and hacking
Burning
My head ablaze
Each droplet hitting my skin cuts deeper
Each strike of the saw makes me want to cry out loud
To scream
To shout
To let go
But I keep hacking and sawing the tree
Again and
Again
I HATE Alva
I HATE her perfectness
I HATE how she is always right
I HATE that she always gets what she wants
I HATE how all the attention is on her
I HATE mother
I HATE that she doesn't care about me
I HATE her preference to Alva
I HATE that she never wants to hear my side
I HATE how I can never impress her
I can never be the perfect girl like my sister
I can never be the perfect Addams
At last, the branch snaps
I watch it falling
And falling
And hitting the ground with a thud
The ringing in my ears is gone
My breathing slows down
The thunder finally dies away
Until the rain is just
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
On my head
I'm not angry anymore
Not at mother
Not at Alva
Not anyone
Everything I felt before has fallen away
With the branch
Lifeless and limp
And then I see her
Red hair burning bright through the miserable morning
Sitting high up in another tree
Her smile brighter than the moon and stars
An angel
Her eyes catch mine
Just for a second
And I swear, I swear
My heart skips a beat
