HOMEPAGE LIBRARY

Lynna's dead.
After all those years I spent alone, looking for her, hurting.
She's dead.
I trudged through bushes and trees, ignoring the twigs scraping my legs. I could hear the voices back on the trail where the fight happened.
"Liza!" Luna called, several times. I didn't listen. I didn't care.
I was stuck in my own thoughts. Hot salty tears ran down my face. I didn't care about anything. Without realizing it, I began to wander away from camp. When I finally looked up and realized this, I stopped. Sniffing, I looked around. Nothing but trees.
Cursing, I slid down against a tree.
What's the point, I thought. She's dead. I lost everyone I know. Stupid, stupid, Liza.
I reached into my satchel for my knife.
It was still at camp.
I froze for a minute, staring at the ground. Leaves. Twigs. A goldfinch.
I watched the finch for a minute, silently. I could've killed it if I had my knife. I continued watching it, hopping around pecking the ground. I closed my eyes for I don't know how long.
'Ow!' I muttered. A sharp peck on the back of my hand woke me up. It was the finch. I scowled at it. 'Shoo.'
It hopped away a few yards and pecked the ground pointlessly some more.
I sighed and stood. Lynna might be gone. We all die at some point though.
I looked to the sun and turned south.