So, this hit me just a couple of hours ago, as I was writing and editing chapters for my newest story. "How in the heck am I going to post this without taking up like 3 pages on my site @.@" Sooo, yeah... I'll post in chunks rather than chapters, since it'll be a little too much to read if I do chappys. Sooo without further delay, I present to you, the prologue...
Stretching out, with a large yawn, I gaze out across the large fields of empty grasslands. Farm lands and roads leading to nowhere occupy the mind as I roll my head around on the hill. For as long as I could remember, these fields have been my home, my haven. The tears I lost on the day of the accident, found their way into this vast land of green comfort. I fled that day when I heard the news, my dear, dear brother, losing his life to a driver who ran him over in a crossing. I wasn’t the only one who lost someone that day, but that was hardly the sentiment I felt as I grabbed my bike and flew from our empty home. I peddled as fast as I could, my chest heaving as I found these hills in front of me now. Not quite as majestic as they were the night I ran, with stars stretching across the sea of dark grass, but I spend my time here in hopes that the pain will blow away with the wind that loves to play across the fields. It’s been a while, brother, I’ve grown, and yet sometimes I feel as if time has stopped completely for me. Time was stolen from us, just like mother was, and I’m entirely lost without either of you. Father tries to keep everything together, but I just can’t seem to live the life he wants for me. He sees a bit of you and mother in me, and his hopes for me are as mixed as his vision. I yawn once more as I get up to return home, the wind cooling me as I watch the clouds roll in. I kick the stand up and smile as I hear the engine roar to life. Did I forget to mention? I stole your bike, brother; I traded the manual, for your wheels. Father doesn’t quite approve, being a girl and all, but as long as I go to school, he doesn’t mind too much. I’ve fallen in love with it, the feeling of the wind hitting my chest, the smell of my favorite hills as I rush up and down the roads. I’m trying to fall in love with all there is to love, now that you and mother are gone, and it’s hard to continue the way I’m going. But I think as long as I have your bike, I’ll live.
