A:N/ Decided to try my hand at a little Spring Awakening! I'm kind of, sort of, really proud of this.
Farther.
Farther.
Farther.
It wasn't far enough. She heard them calling her name behind her. She had a lead, but not by much. And she knew her body would fail her before theirs would. She stopped for a moment. She knew she couldn't outrun them. So she climbed. She didn't climb high, just high enough so that they wouldn't immediately see her if they looked up. They were closer now. Before she knew it, they were all their directly under her. Her mother, the sheriff, even Herr and Fanny Gabor. Even Martha and Thea. And the look on all of their faces (besides Herr Gabor) was that of true terror. They screamed her name. But she couldn't go down, she couldn't. She pulled a hand up over her mouth to stifle the sound of her sobs as they moved their search elsewhere. She had never been truly alone, let alone in the cold, dark woods.
When her family's calls could no longer be heard, she came down from her hiding place within the trees. She had to keep moving, had to get away from them. So she walked.
And walked.
And walked.
Her mind had lost all sense of time, but Wendla had walked for two days straight without rest. She had never been so hungry or tired or thirsty or lonely or afraid or. . . As she took another step, she felt a rock underfoot tear yet another gash into her foot. She didn't feel them anymore, there were so many of them. At nightfall, she tripped over a log. She couldn't find it in herself to get up again. Wendla managed to get herself over to a nearby tree. Burying her face in her hands, she cried. Gently, oh so gently, she placed her palm to her stomach.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I tried." She couldn't do this on her own. If only Melch-
Ow.
That thought hit her hard. If only her precious Melchior were here. He would know what to do, he would protect her. The thought of Melchior only made her cry harder. She missed him terribly. But he's not here, some cruel voice in the back of her head told her. He's gone. He was sent off to that awful reform school because of you. This is your fault. It was her fault, wasn't it? How could she be so stupid? Her mind remained blank for a moment before childish fantasies of her and Melchior and their child living happily ever after danced in her head.
But then a sound that rang true and clear throughout the forest woke her up: her name. It couldn't be, could it? No, of course not. It's only in your mind, Wendla, she told herself. But then again.
"Wendla, is that really you?" Her throat tightened and she could feel her pulse in her face but she slowly turned to face him.
"Melchior."
A:N/Whatdya think?! Review please! I'LL BE BACK! ILY ALL