Eliana was ready. She’s done enough research and prepared everything.
She wrote names on her stuff so they would know who to give them away when the time’s up.
She calculated meticulously her weight, the height, and of course, the rope.
She was ready.

She looked around this lonely yet peaceful spot in her favorite meadow, before climbing on the marked branch.
Tears rolled down her face, but she’s ready.
She tied a knot on the branch tightly then put the noose around her neck.
She felt the breeze on her face, between her hairs,
Whispering unintelligible words on her ears.
It was so peaceful.

The wind was getting stronger and it reminded her of the chaos in her life.
Nothing goes right.
Nothing she had ever done was right.
She had never made the right decision.
She had never not making a mistake.
She did everything wrong.

She started to cry, biting her lips trying not to make a sound
Just like what she had always been doing her whole life.
But she shouldn’t be worry about that. There’s nobody here.
Just her, the meadow, and her tree;
One tall and strong tree standing alone in the meadow.
Eliana patted the branch absent-mindedly.
She was ready.
She sobs for the last time,
And then jump.
Everything will be gone now.
All the worries she had ever had.
All the disappointment people kept telling her.
All her failures.
All the bad decision.
She will, finally, be free.
Finally, everything is over…
But… Eliana was too small.
She was too thin as the result of no appetite for days (or weeks?)
She was as light as a feather.
And as soon as she jumped, the wind blew her body away.

It was strong enough to break the tight noose around her neck,
Gentle enough to safely send her to the ground, miraculously, without any wound.

Eliana was so shocked that she was just lying there on the wet grass.
Then it hit her and she cried hysterically.
Curling up in her summer time dress, crying her heart out.
A few strands of her hair fell on her pretty face as she lay there weeping for a really long time.

The rope was brand new, and she tied the knot very tight.
There was no way it could break so easily by the wind.
It was as if someone did not want it to happen.
And she swore that she could feel giant hands
Gently placed her on the ground when the rope breaks.

It was as if someone wanted to save her.
She wept louder.
Another breeze blew through the meadow, between the grasses,
Through the holes in some old trees, sending a deep mystical whistle to the air.
It was as if someone was crying with her.

Eliana slowly calmed down.
It was so hard to just get up and start walking again.
But she, being a brave little girl she was, did it anyway.

Her face was wet still as she slowly walked back home.
The meadow breeze blew through her hair, whispering words on her ears
“Hang on a little longer, Eliana. The storm is about to end”

-Sometime in 2016 (edited 27/01/18)


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