She held on tightly to the ropes that swung her swing gently. It was an interesting scene looking at everything upside down. The sky felt like an endless floor, and if she let go off the ropes she would fall endlessly. As she swung higher, she wiggled her toes. She had been swinging for quite a while now, but she did not feel dizzy. When the swing slowed down, she let go of the ropes and let herself fall on the soft grass with a thump. Still looking up at the fluffy clouds from the ground, the sky looked so huge and vast. She liked the bright colors that filled the sky - shades of blue, white, a hint of orange and lavender. She liked blue the best, just like the tiny blue wildflowers on her dress. She stained it with a little brown in the middle when she spilled her chocolate milk on it. She loved lying on the grass all day when she had nothing else to do. She touched her neck and she felt the fragile necklace that clung gently to it. Opening its tiny heart locket, she gazed at the face of the person in it. Who was this person? Those dark mysterious eyes sparkled, but something about them was so mysterious. Even though the person smiled at her, she could sense the sadness locked somewhere deep within. She moved her fingers over the face in the picture hoping to sense more of what this person was feeling, but she could not. She wanted to know who this person was and why the picture made her feel this way. A silence filled within her. She closed her eyes and she no longer noticed how the sky had darkened over time and how the leaves blew in the wind. She no longer noticed the dampness of the grass nor did she see the butterfly that landed on her open hair, which lay wildly on the grassy floor. She no longer felt the first drops of rain that landed on her lips. Her fingers tightened around the locket as she clutched it tightly in her fist. Her knuckles turned slightly red at the tight grip. Meditating into the deep silence, she saw an image. An image so silent and yet it spoke a thousand words into her mind. She kept staring into the image until she became a part of it, until she could feel everything she saw. The laughter of a young girl walking in the middle of the woods suddenly killed the silence. Her face shone so brightly as she smiled. Something about this girl seemed so familiar to her. She watched silently as the girl kept walking towards the deep end of the woods, whistling a familiar tune and stopped near a lake. The lake was hidden behind two Oak trees. As the girl entered the little heaven between the trees, she was bathed in golden sunlight. She lay there under the trees playing with and plucking the tiny flowers that grew there. She was waiting for him. She knew he would come. Time flew quickly and soon she was covered in darkness - cold darkness. She wanted to lie there until eternity embraced her. Suddenly something moved in the shadows - a dark lurking figure. His eyes shone like diamonds in the dark. At last he had come. As she walked up to him, she noticed that his face was emotionless. His lips were a straight line, his eyes were steely, unreadable, and a dark haze covered them so she could not sense what he was hiding behind them. He took her hands in his. Strangely, his hands were as cold as his eyes. They were always warm before. She smiled when he reached into his pocket and brought out a rose. She gently felt the velvety softness of the rose as he placed the rose in her hands. It was then she noticed the thorns that covered the long stem of the rose. Dew covered the sharp thorns making them glisten in the starry moonlight. His strong hands covered hers along with the rose. His eyes remained cold. She started to feel uncomfortable. As she stood there in front of him, she could hear silent whispers coming from within the woods all around her. Some of them telling her to run away, some of them telling her to keep gazing into his eyes. Still holding her hands, his grip tightened. The palm of her hand pressed against the thorns, just like tiny pricks. That is when the fear stabbed her and before she realized it, he was pressing harder until the thorns did not feel like pricks anymore, but hot stabbing pain in her palms. Confused, she asked him to stop but his eyes remained glassy. The whispers kept getting louder and louder until the whispers felt as though they were coming from the inside of her head. She tried to pull away, but that only made him tighten his grip more. His grip was strong and he stood there motionless. She felt a sticky wetness flow from her palm - blood. She begged him to stop, but he did not let go and it took a lot of strength to ignore the pain. She cried out to him, pleading to him to stop, yet he did not stop. She felt her body weaken. The blood flowed down her palms to her hands until they finally fell on the grass beneath her. The tiny wildflowers cried when they saw her bleed. Suddenly with one quick shove, he pushed her into the lake. Surprised and shocked she hit the lake with a loud deadly splash, still clutching onto the rose. As she fell into the lake, she watched him silently disappear. The cold water washed away the blood as she started to sink. She let go of the rose and silently watched as the rose petals floated on top. She gasped for air. Just one last breath of air in her lungs was all she needed. She weakened more and more, fear filled her as she watched a dim light glow from below the lake. She needed air to regain her strength to get to the top. Struggling for air, she sank lower until she felt the cold silky weeds at the bottom of the lake dance around her face and neck. Looking one last time at the top, she could see the fallen rose petals still floating at the top and she knew then that she had lost all hope. Streams of bubbles floated from her mouth as she finally closed her eyes.
Opening her eyes, the girl in the blue dress suddenly remembered where she was. She felt the soft grass beneath her, but it was not soft anymore, it was cold and wet. Looking up at the sky, she could not see the pretty colors anymore. Her surrounding was dark and silent. She could only see rose petals floating on top. She took a deep breath of air but only water filled her lungs. She felt her neck and yes, the locket still clung gently. She finally remembered who she was. Opening the locket, she took a last look at the face inside. The last face and eyes she had seen was so cold and glassy and now she remembered who he was.