Willow Tree Asylum

“I could here nothing but the leaves crumble under my feet; there was no wind, no thunder or lightning just silence. It was intolerable to me, the thunderstorm had vanished without warning and I couldn’t stand to listen to the crickets humming, or to hear a ring in your ear when there is no sound. Silence was the ultimate torture; Silence drove away happiness laughter and joy. It had come to mind that, in my city; there wasn’t laughter anymore. there was nothing but anger and silence.

   “But now the more i thought about it being torturous the more I longed for silence, not the fake silence; the true silence that I could find when I part this World. The kind of silence that is peaceful and relaxing; but it seemed that melody was refusing to calm down and let go, it played over and over. The more I listened the more I thought about my mother and sleeping in her warm embrace in silence.

    The thought was broken by my left eye noticing a single willow tree standing tall and firm on a single hill against the ominous grey horizon. the branches were twisted like a twizzler, but spread open like a blossom at the top. It was a wonder how one tree could stand above all and grab my attention. I lifted my hand to touch the trunk. It was soft, yet rugged. I felt its cold trunk and it was surely dead and When I pressed my head against it harder; the melody vanished surprisingly.”

     “I opened my eyes more and trembled backwards onto my spine causing nerves to shoot up to my brain. I winced at the pain and looked to my stomach, It was stained a dark red; I then glanced back at that tree, “How on earth did that stop the melody?” I pondered.”

    “My eyes shifted furiously throughout my field of vision and I became dizzy. “I’m going to die!” I thought. although my heart objected telling me “Maybe this was supposed to happen; maybe I was supposed to die by this willow tree.” it was an unending conflict that I had been feeling for months.

    “No. I told myself to get up, listen to my brain and run. No matter how much pain i felt, I had to keep running faster. The pain was destroyed by anxiety and adrenaline; simply intoxicating, the speed, the wind blowing in my hair.”

      As I was running, a memory came to mind and All of the sudden I was reliving my fifth birthday. the area where i could not see was covered in white like colors were splashed on a pure white canvas, It was strange; but I guess people who are close to death always imagine things from their past. I saw balloons of every color spread upon the tables and people cheering my name, singing happy birthday; when I turned to my left  I looked at the boy, he was sitting in a fettle position. When i saw the boy step closer he opened his mouth and began to giggle, than laugh.The balloons seemed to float away as he laughed harder, but only certain colors of blue and yellow. How bizarre, I don’t remember any balloons floating away I noticed reassured myself to reality.”

    I felt my arms being scratched by the branches and vines and trees. It was a feeble effort to stop me in my tracks until a root sticking from the ground caught my foot and lowered me to the floor with a quick force.”

       “The impact caused what little blood I had to splatter onto the grass instantly, what was strange was that my stomach did not ache anymore, instead my legs and arms grew numb and soar.”

    “At last I would accept my fate… I was dying; and the sooner I accepted it, the sooner I could see my mother again. Perhaps that was what I wanted, I didn’t know. I was scared to die, even the bravest of warriors cringe from fear at the thought of death. everyone is afraid of death in one way,that was just the way things were.”

    “It was coming quicker than I had expected, I began to cry and sob it was so sudden to think back at my life and see only seven months of torture; seven months go by so quickly and unannounced. What with my mother dying and my father going to prison… oh well I could be spared without thinking I decided to close my eyes and accepted my fate without fear; just pure, rich, silence.”