The Field

The silence was deafening. She could hear her heart thump and the singing birds as she sat crossed legged in the empty field. The flowers and weeds blew in the breeze and tickled her bare legs and arms. She sat with her arms hanging by her side and her head tilted to the left. Her eyes were closed and a small smile played on her lips. Her ashy blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot and her cheeks were rosy in the summer sun. She was prettier than the average girl. Plump lips and long black lashes. She was a girl that all others dreamt to be, and she knew it. A little purple flower tickled her arm and she opened her eyes. Staring at it she reached for it. Arching one perfectly sculpted brow she crushed it between her fingers. Liquid from the flower oozed out and stained her hands. "What a perfect little life.." she mused to herself. The wind suddenly dropped and all the birds seemed to stop singing their happy little songs. Her hand twitched and she could smell metal in the air. With a straight face she looked around her. She was alone in the field, only the flowers and birds were there. Another tickle at her leg had her looking down and that was when she saw it. A tiny red dot sat on her chest. She didn't hear the shot or smell the smoke. She didn't have time to think before she was lying on the ground; in a pool of scarlet red.