When Scarlett stepped out of the miserable house on Peachtree Street it was raining a slow steady rain that seemed to match Scarlett's thoughts. I shan't cry, I won't let them see me cry, she said to herself as the newly hired Negro named Zachary helped her into the carriage.
She had not bothered to put on rouge this morning; she had not bothered to iron out the wrinkles on her mourning dress. If she had bothered to look in the mirror she would have seen herself skinny, malnourished and haunted. As the carriage ride progressed, she had time to think about the last two weeks. She hadn't gotten over the fact that Rhett had left her for good or even begin to comprehend that Melly was truly gone. The carriage stopped with a jolt as it stopped outside of the cemetery gates.
Zachary helped Scarlett step out of the carriage, and then returned to his seat in the carriage, leaving Scarlett alone. When she arrived, everyone turned to see who had arrived. Upon seeing it was Scarlett, many faces became buried in hands and whispers could be heard. All eyes were on Scarlett as she approached Melly's casket.
As Scarlett stood staring at the wooden box that held her best, and only friend Melly, the rain started to pour. Scarlett became numb, not only in body, but in mind. She had carried many heavy loads, but this was the one to break her, the one to tear down her spirit. Scarlett knew that after this day she would never be the same, but just how, not even she knew.
The pastor's sermon was all a blur to her; she wasn't able to think about anything much less God, as she stared at the tiny coffin. That can't be Melly's, she thought, it's so cold. She'll become sick. They must let her out. As the sermon closed the pastor ended with, "...and we shall begin her everlasting journey by burying her." (A/N: yeah.... that was bad, but yeah...)
As the first mound of mud hit Melly's coffin, Scarlett broke. "NO!" she cried, "You mustn't do this to Melly. She's just fine. She'll become sick if you leave her in there. It's so cold and she's so tiny. She'll never last!" Scarlett was beyond caring what the other peahens thought when she burst out crying. Sobs that racked her already beaten up body. "No!" she screamed over and over again, until her voice was hoarse. Soon, her corset became too tight, her breathing too irregular, and everything became darker and darker. The last thing she saw before everything went black was a pale and panicked looking face, on a usually tan and mocking man.
Yeah. That's my story so far. I think this chapter was really sucky, but I came up with a new idea for where this is going to go. I think it will be a little different from most stories. Or at least I hope so.
Well, tell me what you think, Ashley
She had not bothered to put on rouge this morning; she had not bothered to iron out the wrinkles on her mourning dress. If she had bothered to look in the mirror she would have seen herself skinny, malnourished and haunted. As the carriage ride progressed, she had time to think about the last two weeks. She hadn't gotten over the fact that Rhett had left her for good or even begin to comprehend that Melly was truly gone. The carriage stopped with a jolt as it stopped outside of the cemetery gates.
Zachary helped Scarlett step out of the carriage, and then returned to his seat in the carriage, leaving Scarlett alone. When she arrived, everyone turned to see who had arrived. Upon seeing it was Scarlett, many faces became buried in hands and whispers could be heard. All eyes were on Scarlett as she approached Melly's casket.
As Scarlett stood staring at the wooden box that held her best, and only friend Melly, the rain started to pour. Scarlett became numb, not only in body, but in mind. She had carried many heavy loads, but this was the one to break her, the one to tear down her spirit. Scarlett knew that after this day she would never be the same, but just how, not even she knew.
The pastor's sermon was all a blur to her; she wasn't able to think about anything much less God, as she stared at the tiny coffin. That can't be Melly's, she thought, it's so cold. She'll become sick. They must let her out. As the sermon closed the pastor ended with, "...and we shall begin her everlasting journey by burying her." (A/N: yeah.... that was bad, but yeah...)
As the first mound of mud hit Melly's coffin, Scarlett broke. "NO!" she cried, "You mustn't do this to Melly. She's just fine. She'll become sick if you leave her in there. It's so cold and she's so tiny. She'll never last!" Scarlett was beyond caring what the other peahens thought when she burst out crying. Sobs that racked her already beaten up body. "No!" she screamed over and over again, until her voice was hoarse. Soon, her corset became too tight, her breathing too irregular, and everything became darker and darker. The last thing she saw before everything went black was a pale and panicked looking face, on a usually tan and mocking man.
Yeah. That's my story so far. I think this chapter was really sucky, but I came up with a new idea for where this is going to go. I think it will be a little different from most stories. Or at least I hope so.
Well, tell me what you think, Ashley