Lost
The air was subtle in the greyness that flooded the light. Everything seemed filtered of colour. Especially for one little girl barely eight years old. Her brother had been born but days ago but today wasn't a happy one. Her mother had died but died days ago by the cruel hand of fate.
The little girl green of colour, sad at soul, seemed to lose all colour, more than anyone else. The father, who happened to be the only priest in the region, lowered her into a shallow grave of no more than two feet. The green girl stared in horror as her father spoke out the various last rights.
Another girl, barely able to stand with her sister clutching at her waist, stood into her crying. She felt lost and if anything hung on to her fathers words. Hoping they were true. Hoping that their mother was happy, that she wasn't in pain. It was a scary thing to see ones mother in their finest of dresses being placed in a hole of mud, eyes closed, almost as if she were sleeping. The mother was pale, a ghostly colour that would no doubt haunt the children's nightmares, all but the little boy being just barely held by the little green girl.
The green girl just stared. She had nothing to say and nothing to think. This woman had cared for her and tried to be her mother…she was her mother. She was to never have another. It made her wonder how she meant to feel, how she was meant to react. She didn't know…she wasn't even sure what she felt. She was upset; she felt hurt and even a little betrayed.
She looked up at the man who was meant to be her father and saw a stranger. She barely knew him. She always tried to please him. She just wanted to be loved but he didn't…even her mother had grown to love her somehow but even that had gone now. Now she had no one to rely on but had a little sister and brother who relied on her. She was to protect them. She had to. Her father…her stranger was always too busy displaying her voice.
She detested singing…she hated that it was the only thing that was to allow his love and even then he didn't.
She was all alone in a strange place that she didn't understand. She even wished for her mother. She wanted someone to blame but couldn't think of anyone to be held accountable. So she stood there with nothing to say or think while the last bit of dirt lay over her mother's shallow grave.