Walk to the fields (amymayflash)

Grass is so much more than green stems sticking from the ground; it represents life and the purity of freedom among living things. At least that's what I've come to understand over the years, no one bothers to tell me anything around here. They only see me as the strange child, the girl that walks in her silvery dress and dances through the wheat fields like the world will simply end in the next few seconds. I have trouble understanding other people and they have trouble understanding me. At least that's what I've come to a conclusion with.

I once had a friend, a girl a year younger than me that had a wide smile and crooked teeth. She was perfect in my eyes, like a little sister.

Then she left, just gone one day. My parents continued to tell me that she had died; they said it was a tragic accident. They're all liars though, all of them, I know that Mallory is around here somewhere hiding, I know that she just doesn't want to talk to me anymore. Like the rest of the world, she’s 'matured' and no longer needs a crazy friend that has a tendency to be un-liked by others. It's sad, I wish that Mal would return, real friends are impossible to find now, most of them run away when they see me.

"That's her, the weird one that I warned you about. She has cages hanging from her ceiling and rats all throughout her room. Strange, eh?" I see the accusing fingers as they waver in my direction; I see the quick twist of eyes as they all stare at the back of my head. They all know that I'm the ‘strange' girl. And yet they don't ever know my name, I guess that's for the better though, Pippa is quite the oddity of one. That is, according to everyone who’s ever tried to let it roll of their tongue. They stare back at me and apologize for possibly not getting it right, or for 'slaughtering it'. And yet they have no idea was slaughtering is, most of them feast off of blood and death.

Life is so much more important though, it breathes and purifies the air until you feel as though you have entered wonderland.

Death is an awful thing.