I take a deep breath, looking at the stars above us. As kids, we often come to the fields by our houses to play around. It was the best place we could play princess and prince, or even as animals in danger. When we became teenagers, it became to sneaking out late at night and deep conversations while staring up at the sky.
The grass around us sways and crackles against the night wind that brushes against our arms.
“I’ve got a question,” Robert says, turning to me.
I stay looking at the stars, hating how much my cheeks were heating up just from him looking at me. “Hm?”
The smoke escapes my mouth and I toss the burned up cigarette to the side, extinguishing it with my foot.
I pull my hoodie above my head and place my hands in my pocket, continuing walking along the sidewalk.
Lately, getting some shut eye is hard to achieve--or even a decent night’s rest. All I end up doing it laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling, tapping my finger on the side of my bed. Whatever I do, try hard or try less, my body deceives me of sleep. Even a week without rest, I am still ready to face the day without exhaustion.
Dark and quiet.
A cloth covers my eyes and a rough rope touches against my skin, burning it as I try to wiggle my wrist free; my feet feeling dead from the tightness of the rope wrapped against my ankle. Judging from my position, I’m sitting on a chair… Wooden, I presume from touching the armrest with my fingers.
No fire appears before the fifteen-year-old girl, but her skin still scorches as if it’s laying on her.
All around her is darkness—she cannot see her own skin before her, nor can she feel her hands.
A girl of fifteen-years-old lays motionless on the Earth, its cold dirt touching against her bare arms; the trees lightly rustling above her; crickets singing around them.
No thoughts enter the girl’s head, as the people of eight surround her in a circle, chanting the ritual. They end the chant by thanking the girl to be a volunteer in their sacrifice, to ask for rain which waters the crops. Many moons has passed since the last rain, and this left the people of the village to wonder. Though the bravery of this young lady shall be remembered dearly for generations to come.