Applecharm11 Starhorse

Singapore

Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

Linda Left

May 8, 2018

PROMPT: Child Narrator

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Leif didn't understand. The radio had mentioned her sister last night. Something about a shooting in the City?

Some of the townspeople had brought Linda home in a big box and buried it on the hill. At least, that's what they said. Leif couldn't get it. Why would they bury someone in a box underground? Especially when they should be home any time soon?

It's been two days since the burial. Linda hadn't come home yet.

Leif was getting worried, and even more, confused.

Was this a game? Like hide and seek?

Did she have to physically find Linda, tap her on the shoulder, announcing "found you!"?

Why did some townsfolk come up to her house with baked breads and treats, giving their "condolences", whatever that was. Maybe that was the bread.

She'd hear them murmur above her about "custody" and "family".

The 8-year-old simply couldn't understand. Not when her mind was trapped at 5.

But Wither had. In fact, she seemed to have a mind much older. Darker.

Wither had watched Leif quietly through these two days.

It was only when Leif tried to dig the unearthed soil Linda lay under did she intervene.

"Leif." Wither tugged her consciousness from control. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting Linda out." Leif blinked, as if the answer were obvious. "I think she's still stuck there. She must want to come home by now."

"Leif, that's not how it works." Wither said tightly. "Linda's gone."

"Don't be silly, she's right down there!" Confusion sparked in Leif's expression. "The towns people said so. We just have to dig her out."

"Leif." Wither sighed, frustrated for reasons her counterpart could not comprehend. "It doesn't work like that way."

"Why not? She's just stuck! We can get her out... we can go home.."

"She's not coming home." Wither growled. "Let's go."

"No! Its been 2 days, she can't be happy sleeping in a box underground!" Leif shook her head. "She'll be happier back in her own bed at home."

"She's not coming home." Wither held on, refusing to let Leif regain control of the body and resume her miniscule digging. "She's never coming home."

"Why not?" Leif demanded.

"Because she's DEAD, Leif!" Wither snapped, seizing Leif by the shoulders so fiercely, tears began to spill from the childlike consciousness' eyes.

"Wh..What?" Leif quivered, eyes wide as she stared at Wither, never having seen her this angry before.

"She's DEAD, Leif!" Wither tightened her grip, eyes filled with fury. "She left us. She left you. She's NEVER coming back."

"That box down there?" Wither nodded her head in gesture. "Only holds a lifeless corpse. Not Linda."

"B..But.." Leif blabbered.

"If you dig her up, all you'll have is a boney bag of flesh that was once your sister." Wither spat coldly. "It will be like dragging a big rock home. She isn't alive. Not anymore."

"But... she promised..." Leif sputtered, choking on her own sobs of utter disarray. "She has to come home.."

"Well she broke it." Wither replied blankly. "She's never coming home."

"Why? D..Did I do something wrong?" Leif sniffled. "I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry.. can she come home now?"

Wither felt her throat clamp up. "Leif..."

"I'll be a good girl, I'll do whatever she wants." Leif started rambling. "I'll do anything she says, I won't make her mad, can she just.. please... come home?"

"You didn't-"

"Just tell me what I did wrong so she won't want to stay away!" Leif cried. "What did I do? Why does she want to stay away? Why did she leave? Why did she break her promise? Why.. why does she hate me now? What did I do?"

Wither sucked in a deep breath, slowly easing her grip on Leif with her exhale.

"Nothing." She mumbled. "You did nothing wrong. Linda didn't choose to leave. But she can't come back now."

"Then when?" Leif sobbed.
Dug up an old piece of a scene from my characters' story. Leif and Wither are two split personalities sharing one body, Leif being the oblivious child while Wither being the mature, cynical one.

When I saw the prompt, this scene came to mind. May edit, or rewrite bits of it next time.

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  • GeoPlayer123YT

    the intelligence level of leif describes about 7/8 the girls in my school.


    about 2 years ago