People will never cease to amaze you. Anna Morgan was one of those people, early in her life. She was a happy child, always smiling. Living contently on a small farm, surrounded by people of strong character. The sun would poor down of the lush grass. As four girls sat in it, barefooted, sundresses of warm cotton covering freckled shoulders. Twining crowns of daisies in their hair and giggling over whispered nothings that slipped away on the soft breeze. But alas, those times were pulled away, like the many grains of sand and shells swept to sea with the tide. Stolen from her by the one thing she had always wanted. A child. A child simply to love and cherish, to call her own and be proud of. Samara. Now only one thing was on Anna's mind. The visions, the never stopped, never. Like Samara they never slept, never a moments peace. Horrifying, they twisted her mind, poisoning it with hatred and loathing.
Bare feet touched the cold floor silently. They carried her to the bedroom door. She gazed back one last time at her husband, he laid, wrapped comfortably in a mass of blankets, snoring softly. A single tear streamed down her face, dripping down her neck and soaking into her dress.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered to the sleeping figure. Hanging her head, she allowed her feet to take her downstairs. She paused once more in the kitchen, staring longingly at the long knives, and the sweet deliverance their sharp, glimmering blades promised. However she wanted her final resting place to be where her once strong horses had laid, in the sand. Her feet then brought out of her home, seeming to move of their of accord. As they touched the wet grass, memories washed over her. Words, a song, sung in a light voice, sweet as golden honey reached her mind. She strained, forcing herself to recall the words but when they came to her she banished them with a cry.
'The world is spinning'.
She would not hear that wretched song ever again, she reminded her self, grinding her teeth. Her toes were numb. She knew her hair was tangled, like the steams of the flowers in her once beautiful garden, overtaken by briars. Her eyes were circled by dark rings, her skin, once a softy ivory, resembled wax, as if she had never seen the light of day. She had once been beautiful.
She stopped at the cliff, her hair momentarily becoming a playmate of the wind sweeping off the water. Her lips twisted upward ever so slightly, but she'd forgotten how to truly smile. Her muscles refused to remember and she surrendered. She turned around, hoping that, somehow Samara was watching. Then she simply let go. Falling, for a split second she was free once more.
Then, just like that, Anna Morgan was gone.
