She was swinging on her swing. She wore no shoes, her blond hair were tangled, falling on her shoulders. Her white dress was torn and anyone could see the bruises and cuts all over her body. Black lines of mascara were on her cheeks. Her eyes were lost on the sight of her burnt house.

She looked like an abused angel.

A bird was singing. Cold air touched her bare legs. Everything for her was now that moment. She moved slightly her legs and cntinued swinging.

"Are you, Are you coming to the tree" the song came like a whisper from her lips. She was lost in a daydream. "Where they strung up a man they say murdered three."

The air brought some of the ashes of her burnt house on her dress. She took them with her hand and blew them away. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree."

She smiled. Was it normal for someone who killed the most valuable thing in his life to smile? Yes, it was. She was free now. Her parents were dead. Poison in their food. And she had enjoyed so much staring at them while they were trying to breathe. And she was laughing, yes, she was laughing. Her brother had died with the same way.

"Are you, Are you coming to the tree, where the dead man called out for his love to flee" she whispered. Where was he now? Where was Chad now? Did he eat? Was he alright? She had missed his blond hair, his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She had missed his poisonous blue eyes that made her feel unconcious when she was looking in them.

Did it matter anyway? Everyone would die some day? The bird stopped singing. She had burnt her house. "Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be,
if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree." she whispered. The smell of gas was still in her nose. The screams, everything. Her laughs as she smelled burnt flesh and wood. The fire had touched her mentally and emotionally.

She wasn't insane. Her sanity was the only she had. If she lost it, she would probably kill herself. No one could understand her. Her parents never thought of her. They weren't even listening to her the most of the times. They never did and they deserved to die. Her brother...he was always the beloved and smart one, he deserved to die to.

What made her burn her house? Nothing important. She had the usual fight with her parents. They didn't let her go out. She smiled at the thought she was actually out now. Their house was away from the others, poor people didn't deserve to die. For now.

How many years had passed since they met each other of last time? Two? Where was he now? She had to find him. It was the only person that understood her. Everyone else left her alone. He had kept her alive, coming in her dreams. She loved him, even if it seemed so sick.

"Chad, I need help." she whispered, and the wind seemed like it took her words. "Before I'll die." The thought of the fire made her feel like home. It was a light in the last night. She remembered herself standing out of the house screaming "Screw you! Screw you all!" And then laughing again.

She slowly stood up from the swing and started walking. She felt pain in her feel but she didn't care. She didn't care if she died. She just wanted Chad. Only that. Then she didn't actually care about dying.

Her mind was full of madness and love. She had to find Chad. Rachel had to find him. Because she loved him. She walked away from the burnt house behind her.

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-Elfriede-